[All Rileyed Up] had a post today that cracked me up as usual. For some ungodly reason, after 5 attempts at sending my comment, Blogspot wouldn’t accept it. Cookies and milk or some devil may care reason I am sure (sometimes technology truly leaves me nostalgic for the days of one color printing presses, the pony express, and wooden windup phones on the wall) I digress . . . Go on over and read it if you get a chance it’s a subtle hoot, especially if you are married. Anyway, this was my rendition of a he said she said inspired by that post:
The scene: a nice sunset on the beach and romantic conversation between wife and I . . .
“Remember how special our kids’ births were, (speaking like Chris Farley) honey ‘member when I had to pull over after the hospital sent us home saying you were lying about being in labor so you could throw up in the street and your water broke so we called 911 and an ambulance brought us back to show those MF-ers what’s what?”
To which she will smile, sigh and reply:
“Good times.”
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Where would marriage be without those moments? Something liberating about a told you so when it is the married couple against the establishment.
Yes indeed. Thank god for medical insurance. The 10 mile ride in the ambulance was billed at $9,500. Thanks for the comment Marcia. You and Leon oughta know how it is! ;)
You long for the days of the pony express? I doubt that.