As I was in the kitchen making a meal I would have for dinner in the work, my wife asked how it might look if she carries a book titled 'Something scary like a mutilated head' to show the people around her what kind of person she is. "Why?" I bluntly mutttered and the answer came back right away with a slight grin being etched in her countenance. "The dentist seems like me."
She's monthly been presenting a dental clininc due to the braces she began to wear 6 months or so ago and she kept bragging that a dentist who's been caring for her seemed to be hooked. I, when first heard her saying that, simply commented 'Good!' but today it was rather serious.
"Doctors are normally phychos so there would be a feeble chance for him to like a woman who reads such a book regardless of her abdomen that looks like that of E.T." I answered matter of factly. -The book, actually, is the one I encouraged her to enjoy- The expected response was immediately brought with my sarcasm being ignored and even more raised eyes "You think so?" "Yes." I replied thinking where this conversation would end. "Then I will try." No hesitation was crossed over her face. I barely managed to put myself together and promptly uttered what I've never thought in a million years, awkwardly disgusing myself. "Of course you will and I, under no circumstances, have no objection to you going out with the guy only if the pocket money he would give you is fairly shared. I am flat broke."
She hugged me from the back...
What a sick joke!...^^
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