i woke up this morning, and rolled over to give my wife a morning hug. she seemed rather cold.
"actually, i'm angry with you."
she notified me, sleepily. were this anyone else, i would have asked why. but, apart from shopping, the thing my wife needs the least encouragement to do is to talk. so i kept silent, waiting for her inevitable elaboration.
"i dreamt that we had a baby girl. and you asked me and the baby girl (notice how she gets ungrammatical when sleepy. also, when awake. but that's another story.) to take a cab home because you wanted to go to a nightclub."
she pouted. now, my initial reaction was to feel a little maligned. i mean, i'm hesistant to come right out and say that such a deed is uncharacteristic of my noble and gentlemanly nature for fear of sounding slightly immodest. but, hey, such a deed is uncharacterstic of my noble and gentlemanly character. plus, i've only never been to a nightclub in my life.
then i started mulling over the scenario (we were both half asleep, so things were moving abit slower than usual), and concluded that, upon more rigorous analysis, my (dream) actions seemed an eminently reasonable thing to do. i explained my reasoning to her :
"but you can't bring a baby girl to a nightclub."
she put up her nose and sniffed at me - though she was lying on her side, so when i say 'up' i don't exactly mean 'up', but more like 'sideways', if you take the floor as the base axis. if you can imagine. it's all rather complicated. maybe i'll get her to re-enact this later, when we're on talking terms again, and post some pictures. but the crux of this story is that she sniffed at me. problem is, she has a very sensitive nose. and sniffing at people tends to make it start running. thus, post-sniff, she decided that she needed tissue.
"i need tissue. do you have some on your side?"
i rolled over to check.
"oh no, i think i left the box at the nightclub."
she got (even more) annoyed with me at this stage :
"it's not funny, it's a real mean thing to do, not to send me home because you want to go to a nightclub."
"you're right. is it just as mean as abandoning your husband in the morning to go to a furla sale?"
i enquired.
she thought about this for a while, before rolling away from me and pronouncing,
"i'm sleepy."
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