Car Dogs Don't Make House Payments

It's wonderful to be married. Really.

It's wonderful to be married to someone that I have things in common with. Like sarcasm.

Was a long day for both of us. Ending with a trip to an auto salvage yard where a transmission will be installed in my car. I proposed that we eat at the Oriental buffet cuz I knew we were both too tired to cook at home.

Most often MySpouse strikes people as being very quiet. He is quiet with people he doesn't know well. I'm outgoing, outspoken; the social bumblebee of the two of us...opposites attract, let us not forget. We make a good couple, he and I.

We took a little detour on the way home so he could see in daylight where the city had cut down some trees. Admired the Canadian geese down along the creek. I wondered aloud if they're the same geese that were there last year when I was walking Meekaleek near the creek. I got to see the fuzzy goslings gather around their mama when we startled them with our presence last spring. I recall being surprised that Meekaleek, the inveterate water dog, didn't wade into the creek after them.

We talked a bit, stopped at that spot, then continued on to our home. Pulled into the driveway and I waited until MySpouse shut the truck off to point out a bird in the maple tree and ask "Does that look like a blue jay to you?"

He squinted up into the tree and replied "Yeah, I think I see a crest on it's head."

He rolled down his window to open the truck door on his side and I groaned.

"What? You in a hurry or something?"
"Oh, no, no hurry here." he replied, "I'm perfectly happy to sit in the truck in the driveway of our home."

"My feet hurt too much to move. Let's just sit here for a couple of minutes." I whined.
"Okay", he agreed.

"And by the way, thanks for running all over the county for me today. I'm so glad that you're such a good husband. I'm so glad you're my husband." I told him. I was tired enough to be a bit mushy.

"Well, I'm lucky to have such a good wife."
I retorted "Of course you're lucky. You've got a great wife. Pretty, smart, got a job or two, likes dogs...you are one lucky guy."

As I recited the list he nodded his head and said 'uh-huh, uh-huh'. I looked over at him as he continued to nod and say 'uh-huh' and saw a familiar rhythm to his nodding. I asked suspiciously, "Are you imitating a car dog?"

He replied "Nooooooo. Car dogs don't make house payments. I'm just agreeing with my lovely wife."

Yeah, we're married.