Scene: Bedroom, Sunday morning pre-church, cufflinks, mascara, the usual. Music for appropriate atmosphere in the background via Pandora.
Enter smirking husband.
Him: Am I correct that you are already listening to Christmas music and it is not even July 4th yet?
She pauses, anxiously wracking her brains for a good explanation that will not make her look like a complete loon, and opts to pout this one out.
Her (pouting): So? I love Christmas. What's wrong with love? Are you saying you don't love me?
Him: Nice try, crazy-face.
Enter smirking husband.
Him: Am I correct that you are already listening to Christmas music and it is not even July 4th yet?
She pauses, anxiously wracking her brains for a good explanation that will not make her look like a complete loon, and opts to pout this one out.
Her (pouting): So? I love Christmas. What's wrong with love? Are you saying you don't love me?
Him: Nice try, crazy-face.
2 comments:
Christmas music? You must be related to Gloria! :)
But of course, Cammie. She taught me everything I know ;)
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