Preface: I love him despite conversations like this. Also because of conversations like this. Also because he doesn’t care that I publish them. Also just because.
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Acknowledgement: Without him, I would have substantially less writing material. And laughter. And, well . . .
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He’s my gibbon, my swan, my French angelfish, my wolf, my penguin.
He’s my lobster.
And also. . . my Mr. Goodbar.
(*With ongoing updates, below.)
This morning, after years of his disinterest to the point of dismissiveness, I get this:
SARCASTIC CAPTIONING TREASURE, PEOPLE.
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She loves to spells things out for me:
“A-P-X-I-E-R, that spells ‘I need some paper, please!”
And bored with writing her own name, has taken to writing out other words for us.
Like “our names” in chalk in the driveway one evening.
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Me: If it’s possible to die from nausea then you may soon be a widower.
Me: And if cause of death is nausea, secondary to pregnancy, then you might be facing a little murder indictment problem.
Me: Or manslaughter.
The Husband: I’ll say it wasn’t mine.
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