Today I had the following conversation with my husband via cell phone:
“Hey, there’s a package from Amazon on the porch,” he said.
“I know, I ordered it,” I answered.
“Well…what is it?”
“It’s an antler,” I replied.
“An…antler?” he finally repeated.
“Yes. An antler.”
“I just…don’t know…why I have these conversations anymore,” he finally said, “Okay. It’s an antler. Love you…bye.”
I think he was just happy it wasn’t Cheez-its again.
|in related news, a certain puppy sure does like chewing on her new elk antler|