You’ll never believe what I saw on my way home from work today!
What?
A monster skeleton dog!
A monster skeleton dog?
Yeah! In the sky!
In the sky.
Yes.
Um.
It was a cloud!
Ahhhh.
What?
Another person might have lead with that.
What, that it was a cloud?
Uh-huh.
But when I saw it, my first impression was that it was a giant monster skeleton dog.
Of course it was.
You lack imagination.
Did you get a picture?
No.
No? You have pictures of every other cloud you’ve ever seen…but no skeleton dog?
Monster skeleton dog.
Right.
No, you told me not to take pictures of monster skeleton dogs anymore.
I’m pretty sure I did not ever say anything even remotely like that.
You told me not to take pictures while driving anymore.
Yes, I can see how you’d interpret that as “don’t take pictures of monster skeleton dogs anymore.”
Oh, good.
You’re usually better at picking up sarcasm than that.
I was politely choosing not to hear it.
You’re a nice woman.
I know.
Seriously, though…
Yes?
You saw a skeleton dog cloud in the sky, and you expect me to believe that you didn’t take a picture?
Not a good one.
That’s more like it.
Well, it was a giant monster skeleton dog after all. I had to take a picture, but I waited until I was stopped at a light and couldn’t see anything but the ribs.
You can’t have pictures of every cloud.
I know, but…
Right.
Actually, now that I think about it it was really more like the starving dog on the cover of Diamond Dogs.
Not a skeleton?
A very, very skinny dog. Still, kind of monstery. And quit shaking your head.
I can’t help it.
You’re lucky to have someone in your life as interesting as I am.
That is definitely one way to see it.
You don’t think you’re lucky?
Very, but not because you see emaciated David Bowie cloud dogs in the sky.
Why?
Because there is no one else like you.
In a good way?
Mostly.
I am unsatisfied with that response.
No one’s perfect, but you are pretty damn great.
That response was excellent. You are good at placating me when you work at it.
You make it easy.