Dave, between work shifts: “Hey, I’m here. And I don’t even have to log in to talk to you.”
Cat: “Are you calling me a cyborg?”
Dave (grins): “Hey, if the IP fits…”
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Dave, between work shifts: “Hey, I’m here. And I don’t even have to log in to talk to you.”
Cat: “Are you calling me a cyborg?”
Dave (grins): “Hey, if the IP fits…”
Some how I don’t think when it is said that a man and woman become one flesh when they marry, the speaker generally has the Borg in mind.
Shucks. I was hoping the hivemind could fuel my creativity a little here.
When Linda and I were dating, it was almost as if we had ESP. I’d know when she was bummed, or excited, or hungry for Mexican food.
The last part of that has stuck with us through 24 years of marriage. There will be times when I’ll be struck by a sudden desire for Taco Bell, and will take that home for dinner, and Linda will tell me, “Oh, what a good husband. I had a hankering for Taco Bell tonight.”
In the same vein, when Jan and I were dating, we tended to finish each other’s sentences which used to drive her sister up the wall. Now, the four of us do it. See, bad habits will rub off on your kids if you’re careful.
I would really like it if the kids would quit trying to finish our sentences. Sometimes we want an uninterrupted chance to talk to *each other*…
“bad habits will rub off on your kids if you’re careful.”
Nicely phrased, Walt.