At the house

This is the decal we have on the sissy bar of our bike.

- Hubby, you smell good.  That's me with my arms around him, and my nose stuck on his neck.
- Nope! (That's him being goofy - again.)
- Yes! You do! You smell purdy good.
- I smell of P.I.G. hog, plus dog, and a little bit of butt.
- YUK! I don't want to sniff you anymore!


- Hubby, do you still love me?
.... ..... ..... .....  (silence).... .... ....
- Well... If I HAVE to.... !!
I give him the look. I pout. I start peep-peep-peeping like a lost chick.
- Well, OH-BA-K-BEeee... I still ! I HAVE to. You are my "esposa". (wife in Portuguese).


- Hubby, do you still love me?
.... ..... ..... .....  (silence).... .... ....
He pretends to have a calculator at hand. He starts calculating. He presses the "total" imaginary key  on his imaginary calculator. His eyes go big! He looks at it again, not believing the result. And he answers:
- YEEEESSS??? What is wrong with this calculator. It says YES??
I get all happy and wag my tail.


-- Hooonk!
He just let a huge fart. He fans it towards me. His eyes are open "half mast" (if you know what I mean) and he has a little smile on his face. I bitch about it.
- Yeeeeeewwwwww!!!!
- WhAaat? What are you complaining about? It smells of spring flowers!


-- Hoooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooonk!
I give it back. Because, if there is one thing I don't lack for is gas. I can give it back, and I do it proudly! I blow it out in tunes, high octaves, low octaves and all in between. There you go, baby!
He pretends he fainted! And just lays there, stiff dead.

And the two idiots laugh like... two idiots.

Sorry about that.
I had nothing else to write about.
I promise I will think of something less idiot for the next post.