Shh, It’s a Secret!
The other day I got an email from one of my wife’s friends (very important to use the word wife’s here and not wives’, which changes the meaning significantly):
I am supposed to be a “birdie in your ear” and tell you that Susie wants chocolate covered strawberries for Valentine’s day. You can order them at Publix 220-1919 or Edible Arrangements at the Avenue in Murfreesboro 890-0020.
And I replied:
Thanks Karen. She’s actually been dropping some hints as well, like hey gimme some chocolate covered strawberries and I would really really like some chocolate covered strawberries. Very subtle.
And just to be certain, when I got home that evening, Susie asked if, by chance, I received any emails from Karen. Yes woman, I’m getting you your stupid chocolate covered strawberries! Happy Valentine’s Day. Wiener.
You call her a weiner. My husband calls me that too, but uses a 4-letter word that ends with “ick”… you men.
I was going to call her a GBL, but she’s probably the only one that would get it and know the correct response
Hah! I wish my wife was that explicit in her demands.
Thank you Steven. I feel that the only way to get what you want is to say what you want. You can’t complain if you do not tell. And for my husband, I may be a GBL, but you’re a VTM. Can’t wait for my chocolate covered strawberries! I love you!
Hehe. I was waiting for that. And without further ado, the origin of GBL and VTM: