GW (from chair in family room): What are you doing, Babe?
Me (in the other room):Who, me?
GW: No, the people down the street!
Me: Huh?
GW: Of course you. What are you doing in there?
Me : Nothing.
GW: I can hear you doing something. Is that a tape measure I hear? It better not be a tape measure I hear.
Me: Um…of course not. Why would you think that?
GW: Because I know what a tape measure sounds like. What are you measuring?
Me: Nothiiiing. (Much). Why?
(I hear a long suffering sigh)
GW: Because every time you get the tape measure out, you get into trouble.
Me (as indignant as I can):I do not. I know how to measure. I’m just measuring the floor in the foyer.
GW: Why?
Me: So I know how big of an oriental rug we need to buy to replace the other one.
GW: We need another oriental rug?
Me: Yeeeessss. When we moved the one we had in the foyer to the other room, we now need another one to replace it.
Silence for a long moment
GW: I was wrong.
Me: (trying to hide my grin. I’m not right very often.) Oh, yeah? Why is that?
GW: Because whenever you get the tape measure out, it’s not you that gets into trouble. It’s ME!
~Sandy
