You're Terrible.

I am married to a very funny guy whose humor is
delightfully subtle. He’s incredibly laid-back, nonchalant, sweet, and
unassuming, and then BAM—he’s delivered the perfect, understated one-liner that
has me gasping for breath. Much of his humor is incredibly inappropriate. For
example, while watching The Voice, I’ve
averaged three “You’re terrible!” comments per episode in response to his
twisted jokes and observations. 




A strong case can be made that I’m just as terrible, but we
balance one another here; two terrible people in the household at the same time
is too much.




At any rate, this is how it goes:




J: (warped, sick comment about some poor contestant)




Me: “You’re terrible!”




J:  “In a hundred
years, the future Ghost Hunters team will come through this house with their EMF
detectors and MEL meters and FLIR thermal cameras and discover a residual
haunting loop of your disembodied voice saying, ‘You’re terrible!’ over and
over.”




Me: (long pause) … “You’re terrible.”




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Other breaking news:




I have managed to recreate most of the 1,500 words lost in the new novel when my flash drive died last week, though something about the *new* version still bugs me.




My garden is waterlogged but mostly happy, and I'll do a photo diary soon.




I have been downsized at work, but there are many silver linings--we'll be tightening our belts, but I'll have more time to write ... hopefully the new material doesn't revolve around double coupon shopping trips or a taste-test of ALDI wines or cat food.




We are now 33 days from the release of Mandatory Release. I can tell because my insomnia and nervous pukey feelings have been increasing daily. If you'd like to help me celebrate launch day on Tuesday July 16, I'll be doing an event at Becket's Restaurant in Oshkosh for the Winnebago Literacy Council's. Reading, chat, and book sales from 5-7; tickets are $25 and include snicker-snacks. All proceeds go to support the literacy council.
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