“I am going to buy a gun,” my husband said and I didn’t respond, just gave him the unapproving look only females can come up with.
“I am not kidding,” he said and continued to watch TV.
(Goodness, do I have to pull every word out of him.)
“We have 250 pounds of dogs in the house, we don’t need a gun.” I finally replied and looked proudly at our dogs.
“Besides that, I have a baseball bat
in my workroom,” I added and looked at him more confident that I felt.
“I don’t care,” he informed me. “I am going to get a gun.”
“We don’t like guns, just in case you don’t remember,” I managed to say as calmly as possible and he interrupted me right away.
“I changed my mind, now we need one.”
(Heavens give me strength I thought to myself.)
“I can’t sleep, every morning he wakes me up, that’s it, I am going to shoot him.”
“The bird; the one you complained about last year,” he reminded me.
(Ahhhhh, smiling inside -not showing it)
“By the way, it doesn’t live in the tree as you said it would. It sits in front of my window EVERY MORNING.”
inside, I know exactly what he is talking about.)
“Nah, he lives in the tree in front of my window,” I insist, just because I believe that to be true.
(We go to bed together, but sleep in separate bedrooms, due to my husbands snoring.)
“He is loud isn’t he?” I asked, not that I needed an answer. I myself had fantasized about buying a slingshot and night goggles
“I wonder what kind of bird it is?” I asked my better half.
“It’s the dead kind,” my husband replied and I busted laughing.
One day I am going to write a book and my husband and I will end up being the major characters in a soap opera.
I love this time of the year. It’s nice and warm during the day and cooler in the night. The windows are open and I enjoy the fresh, crisp air until Mr. Bird starts singing at 4:00 am and keeps me awake.
I had to laugh about our gun conversation!