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Tonight we watched My Man Godfrey, and as it was ending I complained about him marrying Irene because she seemed to be the mental equivalent of a 6 year old. (I did love the movie, by the way.) Anyway it ended thirty minutes before SNL, so I announced I was going to take a quick shower (TMI). As I was standing up John asked me to bring him the remote, but I couldn't find it. I found a wrong remote and a phone then looked at him with a helpless expression. John got up and found the remote in seconds. This was not the first time that happened today, so I whined, "What's wrong with me?" He said in a sad, confused voice, "I don't know." And then it struck me - I yelled, "Oh my gosh, I AM IRENE!" He patted me on the back, so I pretended to faint. We giggled, and I pointed out he should be carrying me to the shower like they did in the movie but did not expect him to actually do it. He did. Except instead of William Powell effortlessly carrying Carole Lombard up two flights of stairs it was some terrifying Mr. Toad's Wild Ride from the dining rom to the bathroom with me clinging to him for dear life until I realized he really was going to put me in the shower, then I switched to trying to get away instead. My best protest was that I was still carrying the phone and didn't want it to get wet. So with one hand he grabbed the phone and with the other turned the shower on. Just for a second.

We were laughing hysterically the whole time. Seriously, I have the best husband ever.

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