Thursday, March 29, 2012

Bake Cake, Insert Candles

The alarm goes off and he gets out of bed. I already sit in my rocking chair, half asleep and half awake, feeding our sweet Baby Charlie Girl.

Him: (whispered) Happy Birthday Sweetie.
Me: Thank you.
Him: How old are you now?
Me: 35
Him: Sweet! You could run for president!
Me: I should be president. But you wouldn't vote for me.
Him: What? Yes I would!
Me: No you wouldn't. I'm not conservative enough.
Him: I would vote for you....I'm your husband.
Me: Nope.
Him: Are you trying to tell me you are a flaming liberal?
Me: No, just not what you are looking for. Besides, I'm a woman.
Him: But you're MY woman...................ugh, whatever, don't change the subject: Happy Birthday!

When I came downstairs, I discovered that he got the last word on the fridge.....

4 comments:

  1. No other vote needed!! Happy Birthday:-)

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  2. Well played, DZ! Well played! I'd vote for you too. Heck, I'd campaign for you!

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