The Mind Reader

1 May

After I finished helping set up for tomorrow’s service at church, I gave Hubby a buzz. He picked up the phone and said “I think that’s a great idea.”

“Oh? What is?”

“Stopping at the Amish Market for lunch.”

“Why do I even bother to talk to you?”

“You like the sound of my voice!”

The worst of it is that he was absolutely correct. I was on my way to the market, and I had called to see if he wanted me to bring home some lunch. This happens all the time. If there is something I’ve forgotten at the store, or if I have a sudden craving for, oh, butterscotch candy, I’ll think about it for a few moments, and darned if he doesn’t stop and buy whatever it was I wanted.

And vice versa.

Why do we even bother to talk to each other?

2 Responses to “The Mind Reader”

  1. tiggerlyss May 6, 2021 at 4:09 pm #

    This is why I will probably never remarry. Even though the first was truly something that grew in a sewer, I use you two as my map forward.

    • thisendoftheswamp May 7, 2021 at 12:00 am #

      The Squire was one in a million – not even his brother is cut from the same bolt of cloth.

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