A Day in the Life
This is an entry from my journal that I found today while trying to find an old recipe. It made me smile, and I’m hoping it’ll make you smile too.
2007
Scene: In Melbourne at the Cricketer’s Pub. It’s about 4.30 pm on a warm Thursday. Husband is looking around while taking drinks from his VB and Wife (me) is enjoying a glass of Smirnoff red label. After spending time talking about various locations for Wife’s novel, the conversation turns to Husband’s novel, which he has yet to work on.
Husband: I’ll be your editor and you will be mine.
Wife [smirking]: If you ever write.
Husband: True.
Wife [wishing he would finally get started on what she thinks is an awesome idea]: That’s what I’ve always said - you’re married to an editor and won’t have to pay for the service.
Husband [grinning]: I pay for the service by letting you use my body.
[Wife pauses and thinks about this for a moment.]
Wife: You pay for the service by being my whore?
Husband [sputters a bit]: I wouldn’t have used such…emotive words.
Sometimes I wonder if he realizes what he’s gotten into by marrying me.
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