Me: SOMEONE LEFT THE GATE OPEN?
Him: He was only in there for a second!
Me: He tries to climb into the toilet!
Him: I washed his hands! ... And feet!
Me: HE WAS IN THE TOILET?!
Him: [sustained, muffled laughter]
Me: Thanks for fixing that HTML stuff, darling husband.
Him: Yeah, yeah.
Me: I hope you realize, that my blog makes no cash, and that all funds I DID have are being held hostage by Google Ads. In other words, I hope you don't expect to be compensated.
Him: You expect me to work pro bono?!
Me: Well, I am your wife.
Him: True. Okay, I'll do Pro Boner.
Him: YOU SPENT HOW MUCH ON GROCERIES THIS MONTH?!
Me: Wait, this isn't funny enough for my blog, babe.
Him: I'm sorry. Ahem. YOU SPENT HOW MUCH ON FUCKING GROCERIES THIS MONTH?!
Me: Thanks, love. [Scurries away to computer.]
PS: For those interested, I'll be doing another Product of Silence post this week. This time I was inspired by a moving post by The Domesticated Bohemian. Feel like joining me? Grab the button!
Also, I was featured over at Indie Ink yesterday. And, as a disclaimer (or in case you are curious like the perspicacious Mr. London Street), the poem is not a proper sonnet, no. I wrote it years ago and edited it down. When I submitted the poem, I didn't remember to reconsider the title. But you should still fall down over it and offer me a book deal just the same.