future-pooping.
Hubs has gotten used to my blogging hobby, but, like most things I enjoy, it comes with a price. A price of getting made fun of.
Several weeks ago, this conversation transpired between me & Hubs…
Me (sitting on the couch and working on my laptop): “I’m working on my blog.”
Hubs: “So you’re blogging?”
Me: “Well, yes. For the future. I’m trying to write a few posts now so I don’t have to do them later. I won’t have time later. Y’know. Like posting for the future. Future-posting.”
Hubs, confused: “Did you say pooping?”
Me: “No. POST.”
Hubs: “It sounded like you said ‘poop.’ So you’re future-pooping?”
Me: *eye-roll*
Just yesterday, a similar conversation…
Hubs comes up the stairs into the living room. He knows I’ve been writing for a few hours. He stops at the top of the stairs and looks at me, wrinkling his face.
Hubs: “Eww. It smells like someone’s been pooping in here.”
Me: *laughter*
He walks closer and sits next to me. He sniffs. “It’s you, isn’t it. You smell like poop.”
Me: Another *eye-roll*
It’s a nice little inside joke we used to have. But I wanted to share it with you, too. =)
future-pooping.
Hubs has gotten used to my blogging hobby, but, like most things I enjoy, it comes with a price. A price of getting made fun of.
Several weeks ago, this conversation transpired between me & Hubs…
Me (sitting on the couch and working on my laptop): “I’m working on my blog.”
Hubs: “So you’re blogging?”
Me: “Well, yes. For the future. I’m trying to write a few posts now so I don’t have to do them later. I won’t have time later. Y’know. Like posting for the future. Future-posting.”
Hubs, confused: “Did you say pooping?”
Me: “No. POST.”
Hubs: “It sounded like you said ‘poop.’ So you’re future-pooping?”
Me: *eye-roll*
Just yesterday, a similar conversation…
Hubs comes up the stairs into the living room. He knows I’ve been writing for a few hours. He stops at the top of the stairs and looks at me, wrinkling his face.
Hubs: “Eww. It smells like someone’s been pooping in here.”
Me: *laughter*
He walks closer and sits next to me. He sniffs. “It’s you, isn’t it. You smell like poop.”
Me: Another *eye-roll*
It’s a nice little inside joke we used to have. But I wanted to share it with you, too. =)
