Women are wordy. Men are grunty. That's just how it is. Women will use 7,000 words to describe a piece of cake. Men will use a satisfied grunt to describe the same piece of cake. Last night, there were words and grunts.
Wife has a major aversion to earthquakes. Nothing on thie planet makes her fall into a huge puddle of fear like the shaking of a quake. Apparently, there was one last night somewhere outside of El Centro. It woke her up. The following took place (or something close to it...I don't know, as I was dead asleep):
Wife: There was just an earthquake.
Me: Eh? (Questioning grunt)
Wife: I just felt an earthquake.
Me: Eh? (Still questioning)
Wife: Just snuggle me.
Me: Eeeh. (This is an inconvenience to my life grunt) Snuggled her.
We were both asleep in seconds after that. Words and grunts.
1 comment:
Thank you for making me feel safe, despite the inconvenience to your sleepy self!
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