Cock and Fire

We went to Birch Run this weekend. That meant 4 hours in the car to have meaningful conversation. I wonder what any other couple would have talked about? Home repairs, retirement goals, the kids, anything. Nope not us. I’m famous for hitting him with ridiculous questions that set him up for failure. He bites every single time. He is not new here. He should know better.

After hour one of car karaoke I was getting board. I must have heard a song that triggered the following question. I glance at my husband and I say, “hey babe do you ever wish I more lady like?” He hesitated and said, “I mean not really.” What in the hell does that even mean? I’m so damn ladylike he’s obviously lost his damn mind.

After digging further our definition of lady like is a bit different. Lady like to me is being feminine in physical attributes. How I carry and physically present myself. To him, lady like is more about demeanor. Apparently I’m a bit headstrong and I’ve been known to have a trucker mouth.

The rest of the car ride consisted of him trying to tell me he never heard his mom fart. I assured him that she did indeed fart at some point. It’s physically necessary. Now perhaps she did not cock and fire like he claims I do.

This is us 💕