A question I had to answer frequently. I might ask Wayne this or that, and, of course, I never knew which question of mine, or which kind of question, might prompt his returning query, “Does a chicken have lips?” It was an impossible thing, because if I said, “No,” he would probably say, “Well, then.” And if I said, “Yes, I saw a chicken with lips just the other day”--if I ever thought that quickly--he would probably say, “Well, then.” And if I slugged him, he would probably hug me.
Such an exchange may seem unsettling, but if I was ever unsettled or irritated by it, I have long ago forgotten that part, and, of course, I cannot recall any of the questions I asked him. What I remember is that this was my husband's way. Kind of corny, kind of fun. It lightened the moment and always let me know he was still the guy I knew.
2 comments:
who said the thing about a bird pooping on your lip if you stuck it out? and what about chicken manure as a cure for chapped lips.
Yes, I am author of the bird pooping on the sticking out lip of a sulking child. We all know he said the chicken manure chapped lips cure. I always thought he made it up.
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