Yee-haw, it’s a beautiful morning down yonder in Tejas! (although it’s 80°F at 6AM), making it a perfect day for a hoop-hollerin’ hoot of a Shit My Fiancée Says! Tarnation, when you hear this one you might could be fit to split. Some nights I reckon I might get a deep stint of shut-eye, but it always seems that dog won’t hunt when she gets the case of wobblin’ jaw.
I was playing a western inspired video game at the time my better half wrested from her sugar-plum visions to have a nice conversation with me. In an informative manner she said:
“Oh! You need to get the warrant”
Very amused I replied, “Oh, yeah? What warrant?”
“The warrant for…” she extended her ‘r’ then spent a good 7 seconds thinking until finishing her thought with 100% confidence “hunting. The hunting warrant.”
I gave her an intrigued hmmmmmmmm.
“You need to search the house for the….” … “stuff before you get….”…. another long pause. “pulled”. The way she enunciated pulled, stretching out the ‘u’ like a hot taffy really gave it emphasis.
Thinking I’m funny (as always) I say, “Pulled in a good way?”
She smiles and softly chuckles at the absurdity. “No. It’s not good.” Her chest bounced with her miniscule laugh as she closed her eyes to resume her sleep.
What in the Sam Hill, y’all? I am so thankful that this woman can effortlessly entertain me even while she sleeps! There is never a dull moment with this precious dreamer. Stay tuned until next time, but for now, I have a hankerin’ for some biscuits and gravy.
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