Hubs- I need your help
Me-Whaaa?
Hubs-We need to rake the yard.
Me-We? Who is this “we” you speak of?
Hubs-You and me makes a we.
Me-Really? Liquid makes me “we”.
Hubs-Ha ha. Now, back to raking.
Me-I don’t rake. You know this. It was in our wedding vows.
Hubs-Is was?
Me-Ummm, yes. You promised to love, honor, cherish, and not make me do yard work. I remember it distinctly.
Hubs-I don’t think so.
Me-Would I lie?
Hubs-Yes
Me-*pouty face* Your right, but I’m not lying about this. I do the inside, you do the outside. It’s in the bible or something like that.
Hubs-Who came up with that idea?
Me-God
Hubs-God?
Me-*nods head* God
Hubs-God said you don’t do yard work?
Me-I think so. Maybe. Someone did. I don’t remember now.
*Long pause where Hubs just stares at me. He totally doesn’t have the “stare” but I don’t call him on it.*
Hubs-So, are you ready?
Me-For what?
Hubs-Never mind.
Me-*smirking*
