In Need of A Rhyme at 4:50am
January19
“Yes Dear.”
“Hi. When you get up, you really need to not leave Frisco in the bedroom. He just tried to vomit on the bed and I flung him across the room.”
“Baby, he’s a sneaky bastard.”
“I know. That’s why I said TRY.”
“Well maybe if my alarm went off so I got up at the right time – ”
“No. Nonono. I called YOU. If you want to get bitchy, you have to call me back later.”
“…well, that hardly seems fair!”
I grasped for any sort of clever singsong saying to prove my point. This is how we make rules, right? Find a rhyming scheme and drill it home?
From now on, whomever dialed, gets to be riled.
Of course, I didn’t think of that at 4:50am. My mind was a little full of sleep and vomit escape paths.