A conversation in our house last night went something like this:
Hubb “Hon, which color do you like better?”
This requires me to get up and see what color and what it is. A bike frame. He switches between two, black with teal logo and teal with black logo.
“Hmmm, I like the teal better, there is some character to it, but don’t you already have a blue frame?”
“Yeah, but this is the new bike.”
“Wait, you need three bikes? Is this one a road bike? You do know we don’t have room in the dining room to house a third bike, where will it live?”
This was my first mistake, too many questions
“Oh, I’ll keep one in the basement with your bike.”
“How about two in the basement?”
I get a very unconvincing “Sure” and he stares at the fish tank and starts talking about the anemone that can’t seem to find a home it likes. I take the bait and before I know it we are discussing the wandering anemone.
Beth who needs to remember, one question at a time