Well, I'll tell ya I got so cheesed off when the Jets recovered that on-side kick after moving down the field like Erwin Rommel, that I yanked off my Kosar jersey and tossed it downstairs toward the laundry room. The Lovely and Talented was downstairs in the new rec-room and heard it hit the floor. Y'see, she blames last week's loss on the fact that I'd downed the jersey when I thought it was over. (The following was done, at least at the beginning, in dulcet singing tones.)
"Oh honey, come down and get your jersey. We don't want to lose this week." Two beats and footsteps on the steps....
"Hon, did you hear me?" Steps into the living room where I'm having a minor hissy at the keyboard....
"Please. Here it is. Thanks, hon." Somehow the cluebell in the cranium is still suffering from a power-out condition.
"Put this thing on or I'll kick your ass!" The siren in the company area has gone off, but the rounds are already incoming....
"If you DON'T put it on, I'm-a gonna STAPLE IT to your BODY!!"
"Yes Dear."
It's all very clear to me now.....
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Well, at least she knows who is in control!
(And so do you, apparently.)
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