The last day I worked this week, I heard someone make an excuse that was just beyond perfect. At the time, I thought, oh this is just too good, I will save this one for the perfect time, because I absolutely love messing with the sweet husbands mind.
Today was it. We went by the lab in Temple and got his blood drawn, then we went out to the deer lease to refill the feeders. It was so hot, and naturally, if I have an appointment in the mornings that means I don't go to sleep the night before.
So on the way out there, I tell him, I just don't know how much help I am going to be for you today,that one crossed eye of mine is making me a little dizzy, then I have restless legs and that's going to cause a problem if I stay on my feet too long. Then I just shut up.
He drives a few miles, then he says crossed eye? You don't have crossed eyes, I would have noticed that right away, the instant I met you.
Hmm, are you trying to tell me that if you hadn't been blinded by my beauty and noticed I was cross eyed it would have been a deal breaker?
Another few miles pass, then from the driver comes, I was blinded by your beauty, still am, but I have to say, if I had seen your little skinny behind and those legs you swapped with a Kildee to get and you were cross eyed, it could have broken that deal right in half.
Now, tell me something, don't legs have to actually be moving to be restless?
I am laughing so hard now I can barely speak, I replied, yes, I think that's what's resless about them, they move around.
He says, you ain't got it babe, those legs don't move unless you run out of Dr. Pepper or get hungry, you are good to go with helping me fill those feeders.The man is right a lot of the time, I just don't normally tell him so .
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