Honey?
Yes?
You bought me Burger King.
Yes, honey.
You never buy me Burger King.
Yes, honey.
You also bought me maple-glazed doughnuts.
Yes, honey.
You know I’m on a diet, right?
Yes, honey.
You’re not supposed to give in to my cravings.
I know, honey.
I’m trying to get back into my pre-pregnancy pants.
I know, honey.
And why did you buy a Colin Firth DVD?
I know you love him, dear.
And why did you get a foot-cooling lotion?
Because you’re always complaining how tired your feet are, and I think you deserve a nice massage.
Honey?
Yes?
Are you trying to bribe me?
Is it working?
What do you need?
Could you wake up and watch CNN early on the 5th, so you could tell me on my way to the airport what the election results are?
Ah…. A foot massage, eh?
Yes, dear.
Will you add a nice neck and shoulder massage?
Yes, dear.
Can we go out shopping for a new coat for me when you’re back?
Of course, dear.
Will you let me buy you and our boys matching outfits for this year’s Christmas photo?
**cringing** Yes, dear.
You’ve got yourself a live updater election morning.
I love you.
Love you too, dear.
(image from newsin3d.com)
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