Last night Dave and I were both pretty tired. We fell into bed practically asleep already, but my doze was interrupted by sniffling from the other side.
Me: "What's wrong?"
D: "I'm really stuffed up. I think I might snore a lot tonight."
Me: "That's okay. My stomach is grumbling and I think I might fart a lot tonight."
D: Bolting upright and staring at me (it was dark, but I could tell) -- "Those things are not compatible."
Me: Hearty laughter.
D: "At all."
Me: Continued laughter.
D: "Seriously. Not. The. Same."
Me: Faded laughter.
D: "Completely different."
Me: Halted laughter.
I didn't have the heart to tell him this morning that only one of us snored last night. And only one of us had gas. And they happened to be the same person. I won't say who, but I think we can all guess.
7 comments:
Given his reaction to your admission, I think you should tell him the truth. He deserves the truth, JDoc. It might clear the way for the inevitable next time you have the "snores."
doesn't he read slapdash daily?
i force my whole family to come over and
read each entry immediately after publication.
Then I ask them questions about how much they like it.
It doesn't take long anymore. they are usually quickly enthusiastic.
hope you sleep better tonight!
Nope. He doesn't read the blog. An entry like this is exactly why.
I knew D was a smart man - this way you can write whatever you want and he can blissfully unaware!!! I wonder if he takes sneak peeks every now and again (HI Dave!!).
AH! He so deserves this entry after his reaction.
"A fartin' horse will never tire,
That's the kind of man to hire."
No idea what it means, but dad says his aunt (an unmarried woman living on a farm who never allowed visitors further into her house than the kitchen)used to say it all the time. I'm pretty sure I am she, reincarnated. Fart away, my friend! It keeps away the mosquitos.
Every once in a while, as he sits on the sofa watching the Twins game, and is cleaning out his Internet Explorer Favorites, he stops by the blog. Just for a minute or two. Hardly ever writes, but tonight, had the urge. Perhaps because the Twins are tied 0 - 0 in the bottom of the 4th. Hello bdoc. Now is the safest time to write about me. It will be months before i make it back to this recondite haven.
DAVE, since you're not going to be back for awhile AND because I actually had to be TOLD that you made an appearance, I think this is a good time to tell you to FIND ANOTHER SONG TO SING IN YOUR HEADS. Days after seeing you, I'm still singing, "She talks .... just like a woman." I don't even know if those are the words but if you know anything about the Doc family, that doesn't stop us from singing and singing ... and singing and singing and .....
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