10 Hours for 10 Minutes
The following conversation happened today between two friends in our booth at a quilt show. Seriously. You can’t make this up.
“I want it all! I want every one of these!”
“Me too! (picking up a kit and sighing) The problem is that my husband likes sex and I like to quilt.”
“Yeah. He needs a new hobby.”
“Yeah. I’ve got to find a way to get more time to quilt. And then I can pay attention to him.”
“How about if you negotiate quilting time for…you know…”
“You mean, I tell him that if he gives me 10 hours of time to quilt that I’ll give him an hour?”
“Does he really need an hour? Wouldn’t 10 minutes be plenty? 10 hours for 10 minutes. That’s a good deal if you ask me.”
And you didn’t fall down laughing like mad?
Ah, the marital economy!
Weeks, although you won’t recognize my name (I have taken your class at my Guild, Pride of the Prairie), I just want you to know how good it is to see you blogging again. I have truly enjoyed your daily posts of your bits and pieces of life. Best wishes for your continued good health and glad to see you are back!! Sincerely, Pam E
Many thanks Pam. ☺️
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How did you keep a straight face?
I didn’t. I laughed hysterically and told them I would be blogging about them.