I had to get adjusted the other day because my jaw was seriously out of joint.
Unfortunately, the adjustment to fix it and resultant aftermath were just as painful as when it was out of joint.
After he worked on me my chiropractor looked down and said, “Are you all right.”
“Mm hm,” I responded.
“Are you sure?”
‘Oh yeah, believe me. Otherwise there would’ve been swearing. YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN.”
Recently my husband was finishing up a video game called “Personas”, where you combine the special superpowers you’ve earned into special things called “Personas” that then help you fight the darkness in The Leaning Tower Of Evil which is only open from midnight to 1 am, and yada yada yada, you get the picture.
So the other night I happened to walk into the living room just aftre he’d created a brand new Persona.
“It’s a lady, wearing a lampshade on her head, and riding a giant peacock,” said my husband, just in case I hadn’t noticed all of those details for myself.
“Well sure,” I deadpanned. “I do that all the time when you’re not here.”
I didn’t think he’d heard me, because he absolutely cannot do more than one thing at once.
But as I walked into our bedroom, drifting faintly behind me I heard, “Um, baby-we need to talk.”