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amethyst
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Registration Date: 15-07-2009
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Not Really a Rant, but too good to pass up
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I'm finally writing again. Hopefully it lasts.
So, I'm sitting at my desk with my brain (my laptop) in front of me, typing away (actually trying to get out a paragraph or two for UW's IF) and my husband is lying on the bed. Yes my desk is in the bedroom, our living is just too small for it and my bookshelves. The dog is running between rooms the kids are in the living room and she doesn't know who she wants to be with us or them.
My husband opens his eyes, and asks me, "What is she doing?"
Being a smart ass and not hearing anything suspicious and definitely no sounds of arguing, mortal combat, serious injury coming from kids or dog, I reply, "I don't know, I can't see through walls."
Hubby, not satisfied, gets up to investigate and comes back shrugging his shoulders because there is nothing to be found. Lies back down, but does not close his eyes.
"$hit! That what it is!" he exclaims, as he is looking at me typing.
Of course, I found it hilarious, endearing, and annoying all at the same time. And just had to share this small glimpse of my life. Though I'm still wondering how typing sounds like the sound of shredding carpet, which he confessed is what he thought he heard.
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19-03-2010 02:49
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