"You haven't got me flowers and ninjas," my wife says.
What in the blue blazes...? There's no way I can agree with that. There's no way I can disagree with that, either.
Fine. Whatever you want. Here you go, honey:
"You. Haven't. Got. Me. Flowers. In. Ages," my wife repeats, this time slower and louder.
That may also explain why she's written "Dr. Audie Tory - Hearing Test" in my appointment book. (And I bought some flowers, too.)
Posts
