Husbands need help with everything. Dick likes doing “everything” together because I’m super fun and make life exciting for him. We’re headed to Kinkos since Dick has to FedEx a couple of things and we’re stopping along the way before we go to the auction to test drive cars. Of course, Dick needs my help filling out the label for one of the envelopes.
When I’m done, I realize there’s a line for FexEx and I know that the holder of the envelopes is the one who has to stand in line and wait. Therefore after I help Dick fill out the envelope, I QUICKLY hand off the envelope to him and back away. Dick immediately realized that this meant waiting in line and is trying to get me to take both envelopes back but I am too busy laughing at him because I had duped him into waiting in line (Dick hates waiting in lines.). Ha! Yes, some of the little satisfactions in my day come from duping Dick.
Look who’s stuck in line with the envelopes! LOL. Nanny, nanny, boo boo. Stick your head in shoo shoo.
So, even though I’m not waiting in line, I’m still waiting…because Dick is in line. Then Dick calls me over to him like we’re in a hurry, because we are. We want to test drive cars before it gets dark and it’s already 4:30. We don’t have much time left since it’s now dark by 5:30. He’s telling me that we should go ahead and stuff the envelopes with the label into the plastic part that way we can just seal it and leave. He acts like he can’t figure out how to put it in there and so in my head I’m like, “Moron!”. I show him that you have to PULL apart the perforation in the plastic in order to slip the label into there. What do you know…the sneaky bastard has now transferred the envelopes back to know-it-all me and now I’m stuck waiting in line with the envelopes.
Dick has now run as far away from me as possible, leaving me with the envelopes and laughing hysterically all the while. Pretty smooth one and realizing how he pulled a fast one on me, I, too, am LMAO. If you IM, you know what this means. If you don’t, Google it. The lady behind me who is making copies is saying “You guys are having way too much fun.” I’m not being rude but I can’t help but just ignore her because I’m laughing so hard at Dick laughing at me and I can’t talk.
Yes, we’re like little kids, playing around, being scolded by their mommy.
-Jane, Duped by Dick
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