Mr. M and I were driving home very late a couple of weeks ago, passing corn fields along the way. I was watching the fireflies dancing in the tall stalks when he asked me what I was thinking.
"I was thinking about how great it would be to be a firefly."
"Oh."
Didn't say anything else. The next day I said to him, "You know, if I were a firefly, my butt wouldn't light up. Girl fireflies don't glow." He told me he thought about that at the time, but didn't want to burst my bubble.
This, ladies, is the mark of a very good husband.
And now, when I'm happy (or when he wants to distract me), he tells me my butt's lighting up.
7.16.2008
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"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins
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I agree! He gets a prize!
ReplyDeleteThat? Rocks.
ReplyDeleteSo, so totally.
Oh no! I never knew that about girl fireflies. How sad. :(
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