Green chile, how I love thee.. and how my stomach hates thee.
Due to indulgence in aforementioned chile, I wasn’t feeling too good last night, so when a CVS mission came up, Rick, like the hero that he is, did that trench run solo. When he got back, it was with the furtive boyish grin associated with surprises.
Rick (at the doorway to the office, hands behind his back): Okay hon, I know you’ve been wanting another corgi pup, and I finally decided it’s time!
Me (lifting skeptical brows): Oh?
Bree (filled with dismay): alarmed look
Rick, with a giant grin, produces this from behind his back.
It plays Bad Case of Lovin You and dances and all the dogs hate it. I guess if you subtracted the music and adding potty training, it kind of is like a new puppy.
Rick’s still in the doghouse with all the females in the house, though.
Poor Rick. Hope he’s enjoying those chuckles.
Extra extra-
While I was writing this, Rick headed out of the office, then back in again a few minutes later, carrying something.
Me (sniffing): Oh, you found food.
Rick (munching): Well yeah, I knew the roast was nowhere near done, so I heated up some leftover chicken.
Me (sighing): You know, I had a plan for that. If you like talked to me (makes hand puppet of Rick with a hand puppet of me answering back) you could have known that! Not worth bothering for just me.
Rick: But.. normally you get mad when I ask cause you don’t have a plan.
Me: THIS WAS LIKE THE ONE TIME I HAD A PLAN!
We both sigh and laugh a little. Joys of marriage.
Curiouser and Curiouser 