Conversations of the Damned, Part XXVIII
Time: Way too goddamn early on a Saturday morning
Place: Right next to my ear, presently covered under a pillow to block out the rising sun (GOT to get those damn blinds fixed!)
Mrs. Gnu: "Hey, honey, I'm going to check out the new gym down the road. Wanna come with me?"
Me: "Uhhhnnnnn...." (Rolls over)
Mrs. Gnu: "Get up lazybones! Let's go to the gym!"
Me: "Do they have college coeds on trampolines?"
Mrs. Gnu: "No!"
Me: "Do they have naked aerobics?"
Mrs Gnu: "No!"
Me: "You got some work to do on your sales pitch, dear."
Mrs. Gnu: (Throws the blankets off me) "Come on! Least you can do is lend me your support!"
Me: (Grabs blankets and proceeds to "cocoon") "You already have my support. What do you need next, scaffolding??"
I won't see her again until Wednesday. By then, the swelling should subside.