I had a 2nd interview for a job today. I think it went well. After I got home, I told The Mister how it went and he said, "I think you should get the job. You're easy to get along with...as long as they're not married to you."
"You know, we can always change that status."
"Oh, you want to get divorced and still live here?"
"No, I wouldn't live here if I got divorced! The Boy and I would go. But first, I'd have to take you to court to get the car. Then I'd pack up my stuff and be gone."
"You wouldn't have to go to court to get the car. Of course, you'd also get the car payment. And what stuff would you take?" (His eyes took on a possessive quality).
"My clothes, my laptop, my books."
"You have too many clothes to fit in your car. You'd have to leave them here - but take The Boy and his stuff."
"Why do you want my clothes here? Ahh, now I get it. Now I know why you want me to pick out clothes that you like - you want to wear them, don't you?"
The Mister just smiled.
Maybe I need to look in his chest of drawers for the top I wanted to wear to today's interview...I couldn't find it anywhere.