“I am going to buy a gun,” my husband said and I didn’t respond, just gave him the unapproving look only females can come up with.
“I am not kidding,” he said and continued to watch TV.
(Goodness, do I have to pull every word out of him?)
“We have 250 pounds of dogs in the house, we don’t need a gun.” I finally replied and looked proudly at our dogs.
“Besides that, I have a baseball bat in my workroom,” I added and looked at him more confident than I felt.
“I don’t care,” he informed me. “I am going to get a gun.”
“We don’t like guns, just in case you don’t remember,” I managed to say as calmly as possible, and he interrupted me right away.
“I changed my mind, now we need one.”
(Heavens give me strength I thought to myself.)
“I can’t sleep! Every morning he wakes me up. That’s it, I am going to shoot him.”
“The bird; the one you complained about last year,” he reminded me.
(Ahhhhh, smiling inside -not showing it.)
“By the way, it doesn’t live in the tree as you said it would. It sits in front of my window EVERY MORNING.”
(Chuckling inside -still not showing it. I know exactly what he is talking about.)
“Nah, he lives in the tree in front of my window,” I insist, just because I believe that to be true.
-We sleep in separate bedrooms, due to my husbands snoring-
“He is loud isn’t he?” I asked, not that I needed an answer. I have fantasies about buying a slingshot and night goggles myself.
“I wonder what kind of bird it is?” I asked my better half.
“It’s the dead kind,” my husband replied, and I busted laughing.
One day I am going to write a book, and we will end up being the major characters in a soap opera.
I love this time of the year. It’s beautiful and warm during the day and cooler in the night. The windows are open, and we enjoy the fresh, crisp air until Mr. Bird starts singing at 4:00 am every morning.
Life writes the best stories!