Francis Meyrick

She, the love of my life

“Honey…! “, I shouted through to kitchen.
From where I could hear coming the reassuring clatter of pots and pans.
“I’ve got a reviewer here who reckons I’m self absorbed! What do you reckon to that, eh? “
She came through, dish cloth in hand, and stood by my shoulder, reading the computer screen.
“And this one “, I said, paging back through, “…is hinting that I’m bi-polar. “
I sighed.
“So that makes me a self-absorbed, bi-polar. Huh! What do you think of that? “
She, the love of my life, was already walking back to the kitchen.
Her voice floated through the doorway.
“…and a hypochondriac…! “
I started: “What….!?? “
Her unruffled voice, sweet like jasmine, came through again:
“A self-absorbed, bi-polar hypochondriac, dear… “

Sheez….!

With friends like that, who needs enemies?

or:

With a wifey like that, who needs friggin’…reviewers??

F.M.

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on December 27, 2008, 9:15 pm