About four or five nights a week J accompanies Bobo and me on our evening walk around my neighborhood. Tuesday evening all three of us were walking when I gave a little tug on Bobo’s leash to stop him. All three of us stopped as I reached down to straighten Bobo’s bandana that had somehow gotten twisted around with the end flipping up. The following is the exact conversation that followed.
J: “Oh my God, look at you fixing his bandana!”
J: “So, you’ve never fixed my collar. I know for a fact that you have let me walk around looking like Count Chocula. Tell me you haven’t.”
Me: “I haven’t, you lie!”
J: “Uh huh, sure I do. Just last week you let me walk around all day with my hair all messed up like Alfalfa. Now tell me you didn’t.”
Me: ”Well, okay, okay. But that shit is funny.”
J: “You are a terrible girlfriend.”
Me: “Aww, you know you don’t mean that.” *laughs silently as I look at the tag hanging out of the back of his shirt.*26 Comments