I was sitting on the couch talking to Dec the other night. The Husband had gone to the basement (where our shower and bedroom are) a while before. He texted me - yeah, I know - to say that a baseball game was on and I should come down and watch it.
Dec asked who texted me, and laughed when I told him.
"What does he want?"
"Me to come down and watch baseball."
"Are you going to?"
"Eh. Maybe, I don't know..."
"If he really wanted you to go downstairs, he should have left a trail of Hershey's Kisses."
It's too bad he's sworn to "never get a wife". He seems to have many of the basics figured out.
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