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as usual, matt stabbed my last bite of dinner waving it at me and begging ‘eat me’ in a voice eerily similar to that of most inanimate objects around here. fighting flashbacks of asparagus and peas i laughed and shook my head…he persisted…i ran out of laughter…he held it there and begged long enough for it to become funny again before eating it himself…
this is his way of taking care of me.
some days- usually those days when i’ve downed a shockingly diverse (disgusting) combination of foods- he knows the only solution is a multivitamin. his game is smooooth- he catches my attention, ‘so kate guess what?’ -holds my gaze while handing me pill and water- ‘i just got this amazing email from client x and she has decided’ -i mindlessly put the pill in my mouth- ‘to have cotton candy’ -swallow- ‘at her reception!’ it’s a lie, but the vitamin is down and his purpose achieved, it’s no matter i’m crushed that everyone’s favorite spun sugar will not be available at client x’s wedding. gosh, he’s good. i’ve tried this tactic on him, you know, offhand- ‘hey babe, i read that starting your own microbrewery’ -slip two receipts into designated bowl- ‘will actually be possible in our tiny apartment! aren’t you excited!?’ -immediately- ‘what did you buy?’ bust.
i try lots of little games around here and always the same outcome- busted. i keep a seriously concentrated look on my face ‘going through my client emails’ and ruin it by giggling at someone’s blog. busted. maybe sometimes i even leave enough paper on the roll for one last use and forget that matt, well, doesn’t really need it and i end up, well, stranded. -matt says this last one is a weak example, duh he says that, he has no idea!-
all this to say -i’m laughing that i’m even considering bringing this post to a poignant close- we play. it’s not all work around here, we couldn’t pull it off…thank goodness. people ask us often what it’s like to work with your spouse all.day.every.day and our reaction is always the same; stifled laughter at our own ridiculousness, slight embarrassment because -again- we’re ridiculous and a sincere attempt to explain how we work like dogs but distract eachother often enough to love it. that’s just how we roll.