So, I tell the Dragon Lady that I trapped her nemesis.  I also told her the locations of my strategically placed final resting places for unwanted rodents.  When I got home this evening (6ish), she informed me that she had ran the lines, checked traps and there were no more dead mice.

Fast forward to 9 pm.  I’m in the kitchen, she is walking through the office towards the back porch.

I ask, “Were there any more dead rodents?”

Her reply,  “Hunh?!”

I then ask again, in a louder tone (and I am not known as a quiet person), “Were there any more dead rodents?”  I asked loud enough that citizens of the greater Fargo city heard me.

Her reply, (harshly) “Yes, in the fridge.”

At this point in time, I realize that (1) she doesn’t actually listen to me and (2) we have been married over a quarter of a century.  So, I stack my bacon and egg sammich (lots and lots of bacon) and wait for her to walk by the door between the kitchen and the office.  Then I spring my trap.

“Hey.”

Her, “What?”

Me, “I asked the same question TWICE.  You gave me two different answers.”

Her,  “I did not.”

Me–I repeated the question(s).

At this point she laughed, shook her head and replied, “I thought you asked if there was anymore roast.”  She then laughed and walked off to finish laundry, whatever, I don’t know what she was doing.

Me– I now stood there holding a plate that had a sandwich that Dagwood would be proud of.  I also had a blank stare as I stood there… wondering, blinking, thinking,  “We haven’t had a roast since July.  What in the hell is in the back of the fridge that she thinks is a roast?”  Some wicked Stephen King stories invaded my mind at this point.

For all of you married people out there, I think that I will let this post end here.

And for you young-uns that don’t know who Dagwood was…..use your google machine to look it up.