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Teamwork  

Wife: So far, I washed the car, ran errands, and picked up The Boy. What did you do today?
Me: Not much. You did a lot this morning, though.
Wife: Oh, you do way more than me.
Me: Pfft! I don’t do anything. You’re the one with three jobs.
Wife: But what you do brings in all the cash. You make most of the money and I spend most of it.
Me: That just makes us a good team. You complete me.

6 Responses to “Teamwork”

  1. RubiaLala says:

    Aw, cute! One of you needs to say “You had me at hello” and I will officially be sick from all the sweetness!

  2. Sylvia says:

    Ignore the cynic. I can totally see this as the closing scene of a family TV show script. “…then they kiss tenderly, then a bit more passionately, and then…Fade to Black. The End.”

  3. woo says:

    you guys make me sick…

  4. John says:

    I guess the sarcasm isn’t coming through.

  5. Sylvia says:

    Perhaps not. But if woo is sick I believe our work here is done! ;)

  6. Sue says:

    You know that conversation has a whole different flavor if the genders are swapped (and “boy” becomes “dog”).

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