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Late last night The Wife says, “I should get the purple heart for dealing with your ass.”

I say, “You’d get a purple heart if you’d married a Mets fan.”

Touche, she says.

When the Yanks finally won it was after midnight. I was typing away on my computer as she talked to me. She laughed because I wasn’t listening. I heard her laughing but didn’t hear what she was saying because I wasn’t listening.

She announced she was going to bed.

“The wife is exhausted,’ she said. Then, to herself: “Purple heart. And if you don’t give it to me, I’ll give it to myself. I don’t need you to give it to me. ┬áThat shit is mine, man.”

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4 comments

1 Hank Waddles   ~  Oct 8, 2012 9:56 am

I had a strikingly similar conversation with my wife on Saturday night as I was watching the Stanford game. It included this key (but thankfully playful) question: "If this were your last day on Earth, would you want to watch this game, or stare into my eyes?" What's a guy to do?

2 Alex Belth   ~  Oct 8, 2012 10:27 am

Stare into her eyes with the game on the radio?

3 kenboyer made me cry   ~  Oct 8, 2012 2:39 pm

I hope the wife didn't see that bad word entered on the blog. If my wife saw it, there might have been banishment from BBB. Encourage women to be a part of it, not...

4 Alex Belth   ~  Oct 8, 2012 2:59 pm

Oh, she hears more than enough bad words come out of my mouth. And she's no innocent herself. LOL

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