In which I see the light at the end of the tunnel
My husband and I, we fight a little. This past week, we fought a lot. But by Friday, the smoke had started to clear.
Friday afternoon phone conversation. I had the afternoon off, while Booby worked till his usual time.
Him: So, what have you done all afternoon?
Me: Read, gardened, went to the Reading Terminal Market. [Pause.] Plotted your death.
Him (laughing): THAT'S a blog post!
posted by Mrs. Harridan @ Monday, July 10, 2006
4 Comments:
Ha ... that's funny! I usually plan my outfit for the hubs' funeral.
I'm glad to hear you two have a sense of humor about it. My husband and I fight, sometimes a lot, but we always work it out.
There you go, mentioning Reading Terminal Market again, and making me nostalgic and HUNGRY!
Hooray for the sense of humor! Hubby and I have broken more than a few fights with a good joke.
We can laguh in the middle of an arguement, but then we continue until we mke peace.
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