Last week, CB came out of the shower and pointed to a mole he’s had on his arm for years.
CB: “Could one of the dermatologists you work with look at this and remove it for me?”
Me: “Oh sure, no problem. I’ll check on some of them and see who takes our insurance.”
CB: “Great, thanks.”
Me: “Dr. B would be great, actually, and I’m seeing him soon so I could mention it and find out his availability.”
CB: “Any good looking, single, female doctors you work with in the city?”
Me, thinking legitimately about this: “Hmmm…I have some good looking female doctors I work with, but none of them are single, as far as I know.”
CB: “No big deal.”
Me: “Wait a minute. Um, that doesn’t matter. YOU’RE not single!”
CB, laughing: “I was wondering when you were going to catch onto that.”
Me: “Man, I was actually trying to think of a hot female doctor to send you to!”
CB: “I appreciate it.”
Me: “I’m sure you do! You’re really taking advantage of this baby brain thing.”
CB: “Hey, whatever works!”
This morning, I was recalling my multiple dreams to CB, and he was super excited because everyone always likes hearing about other people’s dreams.
Me: “And then I had a dream that was really weird. You were in some place that I guess was a high end strip club? And there was a new stripper there and this manager woman was telling her all about you.”
CB: “Interesting. Were we having the same dream last night?”
Me: “And you started telling her about next time you would be coming back, and I was there and was like-“
CB: “Oh nope, we were not having the same dream. That’s where we differ.”
Me: “I hate you.”
CB: “I know, I love you, too.”
Happy Monday, everyone!