A Short Conversation I Might Have Had With My Beautiful Bride While Painting The Stairwell Last Night
My Beautiful Bride: Put the ladder here.
Me: On the plastic?
My Beautiful Bride: Yes. Here.
Me: Don’t you think it will slip?
My Beautiful Bride: Here. Darling.
Me: I’m worried it will slip.
My Beautiful Bride: Here. Here. Here.
Me: I’m not putting it there. It’s too dangerous.
My Beautiful Bride:
Me:
My Beautiful Bride:
Me:
My Beautiful Bride:Why do you have to be so negative?
Me: I’m not being negative sweetheart; I just disagree with you.
My Beautiful Bride:Negative.
Me:
My Beautiful Bride::
Me:
My Beautiful Bride:
Me: How bout a soda?
My Beautiful Bride: Sure.
Me: Root beer or Diet Dr Pepper?
My Beautiful Bride: Diet Dr Pepper, please.
Me: Root beer is better.
My Beautiful Bride: Just get me the Dr Pepper.
Me: Why do you have to be so negative?
My Beautiful Bride:
Me:
My Beautiful Bride: Oh… you’re gonna get get it.
Me: You’re gonna have to catch me, first.

