Target on Saturday evening.. omg.. crowded with slowly ambling people everywhere.
Rick, in a rare move, stepped away, telling me he’d meet me over near the dog treats. I wandered a bit on my own (always dangerous), threw at least three things I don’t need the cart (this is why we use Shipt) and lo and behold, run into a friend of mine!
We lollygag for a bit, chit chatting about this, that, and the other, when she pointed out that my husband had come… and walked right by in search of me, without even noticing I was standing there.
I sighed. “There he goes.”
THAT got Rick’s attention. “What,” I said as he walked back over, “You said that woman is standing and talking to someone else, can’t possibly be my wife?”
Rick grinned. “Yup, pretty much.”
I sighed, and am still sighing.
When we got home, Rick started opening the mail, including the envelope from his union.
Rick: Oh wow, they really want to get my attention about attending this picnic thing.
Me, typing away: Oh? Why’s that?
Rick: All you can eat Fuddruckers. And a cash beer and wine bar.
Me, going back to typing: Ok, I’m a little more interested now. Are you sure you want me drinking and meeting your union brothers, though?
Rick, after a long, long moment of silence: Oh that wasn’t the best way to show that!
He points to the page, and in a truly unfortunate word wrap snafu, face painting was split onto two lines. No biggie, right? Except what painting was now coupled with was ‘Cornhole Competition’. So ‘Painting Cornhole Competition’. Yeah, let that sink in a sec.
We looked at eat other.
Rick: You see why I did a double take!
Me: That’s a horrible thing to do to me… now you know I’m sitting here, picturing all these judge people standing around and staring solemnly at these carefully painted buttholes before they hold up numbers for each entry. AND ITS NOT GOING TO GO AWAY!
Rick walks away, still laughing.
I’m glad I entertain him.
Curiouser and Curiouser 