A Quickie

Me: *singing loudly and imperfectly*
He walks into the room and stares.
Me:  That's right, I'm singing.  You love my singing.
Him: 
Me:  Yes, you do.
Him:  I didn't say anything.
Me:  I'm singing.  
Him:
Me:  Me and the caged bird.  We sing.
Him:  Yes, but we know why the caged bird sings!

A Quickie

We attend a party on Saturday playing throwback music. On the boombox (yes, boombox) we hear Dexy's Midnight Runners.

Friend: Can you believe he's playing "Come on Irene"?

Hubs: Actually, that's "Eileen". "Come on Eileen". I knew things were going downhill earlier when he started playing "She Blinded Me with Silence".

Me: Actually, that's "Science". "She Blinded Me with Science". I blind you with silence.

Hubs: I wish you did.

A quickie

We are in different rooms. I am reading aloud from a Hollyhock catalog...

Me: Ooo, they have meditation classes. You like meditation.

Hubby:

Me: Do you want to "awaken joy"?

Hubby: Who's Joy? And why would I want to wake her up?

Me:

Hubby: I didn't even ask if "awaken" was one word or two.

Me: *pause* HEEEEYYY!

"Let it grow, let it grow, let it blossom, let it flow" --Eric Clapton

In our house, the brightest, most cheerful room happens to be the laundry room. It is remarkably sunnier than the rest of the house.* So, it has become our conservatory, too.

Me: Come into the laundry room. It's gorgeous in here.

We stand, looking around at the variety of plants we have in the laundry room. I point to one that is tied multiple times to a stake to keep it from toppling over. It is taller than me.

Me: Look how happy that plant is!

Him: Oh, it's happy all right.

Me, observing how close it is to the ceiling: We'll have to buy a larger house for it.

Him, chuckling: We'll have to cut it back.

Me: Noooo! Look how happy it is!

Him: It'll be happier if we cut it back. If we cut it, it'll have two heads.

Me: Leave it to a man to think it'll be happier with two heads.



* Seriously, people remark.