So my wife and I are driving to spend the weekend with friends. And we’re a little early, with time to kill. So we stop by Potawatomi State Park, to hike for an hour.
At one point, we pass the sign above, and I turn to read it as we walk by: “Please carry out your trash.” And I instinctively consider making a joke about it. But I immediately shake off the idea — no man should suggest that his wife is trash — preferring to smile inwardly than to air the joke and risk causing offense. Shutting up is an art for that requires constant practice.
But even as I am silently basking in my triumph over the weisenheimer impulse, my wife stops, turns, takes a step toward me, reaches out, grabs my elbows and lifts.
“What are you doing?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Trying to pick you up,” she replies, with a wicked smile.
She's a clever one. :)
ReplyDeleteAh, great minds do think alike!
ReplyDeleteWell, at least she has a sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteForty One years here….we would have just added on to that sign by saying, “ and dog poop”
ReplyDeleteI understand. 41 years with my better half😊
ReplyDeleteWhy is it that your wife can go directly to the low hanging fruit joke, yet the husband dare not go there? Rhetorical question of course.
ReplyDeleteAnybody who does not know the answer to this has not been married, or not been married long, or is not likely to stay married long.
DeleteMarried 34 years next month sir. I know the answer, just don't accept it.
DeleteVery cool, dark, and foggy this morning.
ReplyDeleteMy wife and I went for a romantic stroll.
On one of Cleveland's longest bridges.
I kissed her in the fog and mist.