The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

How We Amuse Ourselves


Mr. Moon and I are playing cards and discussing the menu for supper. I mention that we still have chicken soup left over from a few days ago but there are no more noodles in it because he ate them all.
"We could eat it over rice," he says, as if I had never thought about adding rice to chicken soup although as I said a few days ago, I almost always make my chicken soup with rice.
"I can't wait until I'm senile," I tell him, "And you have to cook for me. I can't even imagine what we're going to be eating."
"We're going to be eating frog legs and squirrel and rabbit," he says.
"You're not going to have time for that," I tell him. "You're going to have to be taking care of me."
"Oh, I'll pay someone," he says.
"What? To hunt?" I ask.

He laughs so hard I think that beer is going to come out his nose.


11 comments:

Denise Emanuel Clemen said...

I had a nice belly laugh over that. Thank you very much.
Enjoy that dinner--which may 2982be you've had by now.

Denise Emanuel Clemen said...

oops, that's a word verification up there. ????

Angella said...

that man of yours is a fox, and I don't mean the kind you hunt. tee hee.

ellen abbott said...

Well, it was pretty damn funny. My male counterpart already does the cooking and has for years. It's not like I don't work and actually put in more hours than he does at this art business so one day a couple of years after the last kid left home, I just quit cooking. I can go longer without food than he can so he finally got in there and rustled something up. after a few days he asked me was I just never gonna cook again? To which I told him probably not too much. It was a rough first couple of years but he's turned into a decent cook. I never complained about any meal he served me.

Elizabeth said...

I, too, would have snorted beer had I been drinking it. Instead, I chuckled and knew, again, that I love you two.And I'd add that should the day come when Mr. Moon needs some help with you, I would love to be second wife -- and that says as much about you as my potential sister wife as anything else.

Ms. Moon said...

Denise- Ah. The mysteries of the Verification Words. Glad I made you laugh.

Angella- He's looking cuter all the time. What's up with that? I look like hell.

Ellen Abbott- I actually love to cook. Because I love to eat. So I'm in deep trouble when the senility really hits. Because he can't cook for shit. He BETTER hire someone to do it.

Elizabeth- Oooh. Looking forward to that. If I have the sense to know what's going on. I'll tell Mr. Moon to be ready for you.He'll be delighted. (Can you cook squirrel?)

gradydoctor said...

Frog legs, squirrel and rabbit. Wow. That is so gross. Please never get senile.

Mr. Moon is freakin' awesome.

Angie Muresan said...

Mr. Moon is hilarious! With all the love going on in that family, someone will take care of you, and no one will have to be paid.
Frog legs and rabbit are delicious, Ms. Moon. Squirrel, I'm not so sure, but then I've never had it.

N2 said...

Virtual beer is definitely coming out of my nose =oD. x0 N

Jo said...

Heh, it's starting to sound like you're going to be living off road kill :)

Syd said...

I am sure that Mr. Moon will know what to cook when the time comes, if it ever does, that you cannot cook for him. Men like to make others think they will starve but we won't. Trust me.