Things You Don’t Hear Every Day
“Grouchier!” coached my dear, very sweet, totally awesome husband.
Yes, he was talking to me. I got actual direction—not acceptance, not complacency, not even surrender, but direction—to be grouchier!
He’s been sick…could it be fever setting in? No…he seemed otherwise lucid.
Overwhelming sarcasm that could no longer be held at bay? No…he was smiling when he said it, and in a nice way.
Mumps clouding his enunciation? Maybe…slouchier? Couchier? Ouchier? Vouchier? Nah.
It was the bedtime story for William…Sesame Street. I have to go practice my Oscar voice.
