Spurty Bedroom Conversations

"I never promised you a musical garden..."

Men.

It appears I am hard of hearing. Hubzzy dear has flatly denied he ever said anything about a musical garden to me.

" I don't even know what that is, do you?" he inquires.

"Well no, I don't. But since you said it, I just supposed you knew what it was," I answered.

" No, I don't, " he went.

" So, why did you say you would make one?" I retorted.

"I did not," he goes.

"Did too." I retort back.

"Did not..." he goes.

"Yes, you DID." I get back quite indignant.


"No, no, not musical, whimsical. I did say whimsical garden," he explains. " You misheard."

"And what is a whimsical garden?" I ask, a bit incredulous with what I was hearing.

"Whimsical..meaning whimsy....meaning..I will make this garden when I get the whim to do it...you know, spurts of moments..." he explains with great amusement.

I go," spurts of moments?....."

"Oh' honey, you know how busy I am with the next phase of client project coming up..." he says, obviously wriggling his way out.

I corner him, "So what was that about, I will go into gardening with you for a hobby, maybe even go for landscaping..."

"Oh' that was a moment...kinda' like a spurt...a momentary spurt....green spurt," he patiently explains.

"A spurt...... and when, I wonder, will your next spurting moment come around?" I inquire.

SILENCE.

"You know, I can get you the whimsy pots you wrote here, only I don't know what whimsy looks like, do you?"


Men.