I was writing my latest work in progress, music blaring, laser focused until I couldn't remember what it was. Without looking, I turned to my husband and asked, “What is the thing on a car cats get stuck in?” I stayed focus on my laptop until I realized he hadn't answered. I glance at him and double take as I note the raised eyebrow and concern lines on his forehead. I word vomit my explanation as my hands flail in the air. He still hadn't blinked when he answered me. I muttered a thank you before returning to my typing flurry. Poor guy stands no chance. Lord knows his blood pressure must be high during these moments. Although, I imagine it's no worse than when I ask him for a hammer or tape measure.
Published on October 30, 2025 09:49