Poking Fun

The conversation after dinner while I was washing the dishes:

Me: *scrubbing away* You can come hug me from behind if you want. And nuzzle my neck a bit. 

(inner thought: just like in all the romantic commercials that make house keeping look like a dream!)

The Husband: Why?

Me: Because I feel bloated, my pee burns, and I just gave money to a stranger*...I need a little love.

The Husband: *chuckles

Me: I can put that on the blog if you want. So people can make fun of me.**

The Husband: Sounds good.

*It turns out I am a sucker for solicitors. I feel bad for them! And they always have such a good cause! Early in our marriage I purchased a magazine subscription for some high school guys that came around our neighbourhood. Being the good wifey that I am, I even made sure it was a manly magazine so The Husband couldn't be too mad at me (it was for him after all)...It is now 5 months later and we have yet to receive our first issue. Technically they have one.more.month. to deliver, but I am not holding my breath.

So I figured with this second set of magazine hustlers I would have learned my lesson. And I tried to resist, I really did. But I was no match for his fast-talking compliments and the brisk weather outside. I attempted to make a one-time donation to their cause (a youth group program) but it ended up qualifying us for a magazine anyways, so The Hubs said we might as well get a magazine delivered if we paid enough anyways.

Sigh. I want to be able to trust people. Even if they are scammers. If they are that desperate for my $20, then they probably need it more than I do. But perhaps I will eventually learn my lesson and slam doors in more faces.

**I offer to have people make fun of me because The Husband feels like I put up embarrassing things that he says/does...which is true. So I'm trying to be fair by posting my stupid sayings as well. Hurrah equal embarrassment rights!