Slim and the Bunnies

I had a lot of errands to run yesterday, some of which had to do with getting my yoga school licensed by the state vocational board. Since the state requires a yearly fire inspection for all vocational schools, we got to meet Randolph, the city fire inspector and stand-up comic all in one. I had gotten some lighted exit signs installed for him earlier in the week, and he came to give us our occupancy permit. He explained that we wouldn’t see him again until next year’s inspection, unless he drove by and saw some wild keg yoga party going on with people spilling out of the studio onto the sidewalk chanting Yoga, Yoga, Yoga!

After all the errands, I was ready for some iced tea and pizza, and just as I settled in Slim says, “hey we are out of dog food.”

"I’m not going back out, I’m done!” I announced, probably a little too frothily.

Slim didn’t really want to go out to get dog food either, but instead of arguing with me he tried nudging me with humor. I think he knew he was going for the dog food, but he couldn’t resist the fun of agitating me a little.

“What am I going to the store for again, milk?” He tried the typical clueless male trick, hoping the female would just get fed up and do it herself. After trying various lines of this sort and getting no response from me, except the “look” as I was eating my pizza, he turned to more creative tactics.

“Maybe when I’m at PetsMart I’ll pick up a bunny for the girls?”

Ding, Ding, Ding!! It’s a winner, my short chain was official pulled! He’s a winner!

“NO, No they don’t need a damn bunny, just get dog food!”

“Maybe a chinchilla then, they are really cute…?”

“NO, stop it, stop it now!”

“Hey, I could get everything I need for boa snake, the heater, the tank, everything!”

“Get out of here and go get dog food! GO!” I was yelling at him as he was laughing his way out to the garage. Hermoine sat knitting at the kitchen table, she had a huge grin on her face.

“You and dad are pretty funny.”

When you’ve been married for 20 years, it’s really all about the banter. Who can out- banter who. We are getting like old married people.

I sat back down to finish my pizza and got a second glass of iced tea (like I need that? Ha.). About ten minutes later, the phone rings,

“I’m at PetsMart, should I get a brown bunny or a white bunny?”

Slim wins the round!

“All right that’s it; don’t call me again, DOG FOOD!”

On this Thanksgiving Day, I am grateful for my family and friends, most especially Slim!

What would I do without him?

Have a great Thanksgiving Day. May we have peace and joy in our hearts, Namaste!