I felt my husband needed to be pestered today. Mostly because he was "reminding" to mail a letter he had just given me that morning. As if "reminding" me in the middle of the day when I am teaching helps. As if I forget things.
So I pestered.
I asked, "What is in the letter you want me to mail? I can't mail it without knowing in case it is a letter explosion or something terroristy like that.
His reply: It is our Homestead Exemption and you need to remember to mail it to save on taxes.
Me: Do you promise it is not booby trapped?
Him: I promise. Would you just mail it?
Me: "I still do not trust you. You have been acting all terroristy lately. I noticed you got a new briefcase and shoes with a bomb compartment"
Him: Please send more incriminating emails to my work account, Heather. That is great.
Me: What? At least I didn't write PANTIES we all know how much your work email hates that!
Him: Yes. At least you didn't write that.
I could almost hear the audible sigh over the email.
( I did mail the letter and it seems he was telling the truth....it didn't turn into a dangerous gorilla or anything else destructive.)