No response. Probably deserved.


Had a short email conversation with my wife while at work. Went something like this…

Email 1
To: Kim
From: Me

Just thought of something.

I know I already asked about my shirt for the wedding and I shall wear the red one that you suggested, but what about my pants?

I don’t even know where they are or if they’re clean! Or my belt either!! I mean they were on my pants, but I don’t know if my pants got cleaned or what.

Help!

Email 2 (her response)
To: Me
From: Kim

Already done. Hanging in the closet with belt and tie 😉 Damn I’m good!

Email 3
To: Kim
From: Me

Yes you are!!

We complement each other well! I get you to remember to charge your phone or even have your phone on you at all and you have my clothes ready for a wedding when I panic and have no idea where they even are.

They could have been taken in the middle of the night by a rarely seen leprechaun with a red hat (he’s a non-conformist leprechaun) and traded in for some Afghan hash (not a lot of seeds either, it’s the good shit), but they weren’t. They are hanging nicely in the closet because you are awesome.

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And she never responded to the last email, not quite sure why though.

It’s times like that right there that I wonder why she married me.

Jury’s still out on that one.

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About Will King

I've spent my whole life in Upstate New York and I wouldn't want to spend my life anywhere else. My son is perfect, even when he's not and my wife makes me want to slam my head against a brick wall all while keeping me sane. If you can figure all that out, let me in on it.
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