THE ONE WORD WIFE

THE ONE WORD WIFE

Mrs. Cranky has this thing, a one word thing.  Sometimes she will just turn to me and say, “Hungry.”  She claims she is saying “I’m hungry” and that she just mumbles the “I’m.”  I disagree; I call her the one word wife.

Late at night, right before turning out the light and the TV I hear, “Tired.”

In the winter with the window opened just a crack for fresh air,

“Cold.”

I ask her if she wants anything for breakfast in the morning,

“Juice.” 

“Waffle.”

Step-crank Casey is with us at the Jersey shore for a week.  I mentioned her mom’s penchant for one word communication.

“You’re right she does that all the time.”

So now the two of us are having a little fun at Mrs. Cranky’s expense.

“Casey, do you want to go out for dinner?”

“Hungry.” (Remember how Frankenstein talked?  That is the one word thing.)

“What do you want?”

“Pizza.”

“When do you want to go?”

“Now”

“Eat!”

We have been doing this to Mrs. C for a day now.  I think we will tire before the week is up.  Maybe not.

“Maybe!”

“Jerks!”