Conversations With My Wife
(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 14.472% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)
SCENE: The wife and I have snuggled for an hour after a hard week, recharging her wifely batteries.
GINI (not leaving my embrace): I feel so much better.
ME: Aww, yeah. That’s your daily dosage of Vitamin F talkin’.
GINI: Okay.
ME: Which isn’t actually a real vitamin.
GINI: Okay.
ME: Because I’m vaguely worried if you thought it was, you’d divorce me and go get a supplement.
GINI (snuggles closer): Oh, you know I prefer getting my vitamins naturally anyway.