he just reminded me…
this morning while fixing coffee, i mentioned to my husband that we had finished reading Beezus and Ramona. “you what?” i repeated it. “what are you talking about?” i tell him, “it’s our read aloud we’d been, well, reading aloud and it’s the same ramona, beverly cleary’s ramona, from Ramona The Pest. and that Beezus is her sister, well, actually, her name is beatrice, but ramona couldn’t say it right when she was little so it was her nickname.” to which my husband replied, “don’t ever tell me anything about them again.” i couldn’t help it i laughed and encouraged the man. and to that he replied, “that was some of my finest work yet.”
he then sat down with his coffee and my middle son began whining about something. you know, pick something, i’m sure it was important. to which my husband said, “no whining. whining is for morons.”
and then when i had an absolute laughing spasm at some move with the music group on noggin or wherever (the dude was way funny – i’d try to find it on youtube, but, again, i’m lazy) my husband didn’t find it to be the same level of hilarity that i did and informed me, “you’ve been locked up in this house too long.” i agree, peter, peter, pumpkin eater.
