She, the love of my life

Posted on January 20, 2008

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


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2 responses to She, the love of my life

  1. Francis

    This is absolutely priceless short story.

    ROFL…..

    Wonderful sense of humour in this one!…

    Thank you…

    Zuzanna

  2. Funny thing was that my description is exactly the way it happened. Must admit, it appealed to my warped sense of humor as well!

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