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My Husband and I Are Redundant
My husband and I are redundant.
When one of us asks “Remember the time?”
The other one will say “yes” and it will be the same time.
This limits our conversation.
We laugh at the same things during TV watching.
We can sit silently for an hour and twenty-six minutes.
Them bam! We are both laughing like hyenas on crack.
In between the simultaneous laughing we say the same things at the same times.
My husband and I are redundant.
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Caren Krutsinger
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