I glanced across the kitchen this morning to a post-it note my wife had left as a reminder for herself. Upside down, I read her writing, “Get Body Bag.” I looked again. Whoa. Sometimes as a husband I can be a pain, but I didn’t see this level of conflict coming. I didn’t even know she was angry at me. But maybe she’s planning a felony. Just saying.
I saddled up closer, and picked up the handwritten note (perhaps to save as evidence). Now it clearly read, “Get Baby Bag.” OK, much nicer. A shower is coming up. Whew.
Note to self: no more NCIS for a while. And buy flowers. Or tomorrow it might say, “Get toe tag.”