The following post is sort of a TMI Thursday. I mean if it was true it certainly would be TMI for you dear readers. This (if real) would be a glimpse you’d really not want. I should clarify this DID actually happen but at no point was it serious. It was one of those things I come up with to mess around with my lovely wife.
Recently I decided to undertake the mission of cataloging all of our books. We have a ton of them—one of them is ‘The Cleveland Creep’ by Les Roberts—which I will be discussing on here soon. The wife has a bunch of Anne of Green Gables books. I knew this. She also has a TON of craft books. Then I came across: The Anne of Green Gables Treasury.
Me: The Anne of Green Gables Treasury? What the blue blazes?
Her: Don’t you make fun of Anne of Green Gables!
Me: No, no of course not. (I look inside.)
Her: You better not.
Me: What the…is this a book of Anne of Green Gables themed crafts?
So I of course tweeted about it. That’s just what I do—allow you to glimpse into our marital bliss. A few minutes later I decided I’d go in the bedroom and mess around with her. As I made my way I changed my mind, and settled on a kiss on the cheek instead.
(How sweet am I?)
Just as I reached the doorway she calls out: “See! Look at the support!” That was when the previous plan switched back on. She sat on the edge of the bed and I came in and spread out on my stomach next to her. She showed me the support.
Me: One person doesn’t mean a thing.
(I rubbed her back.)
Her: No, don’t touch me you jerk!
Me: You’re a big fan of Anne of Green Gables huh? I bet I know what you’d like.
Me: Now, is that anyway way to treat me?
Me: Oh come on Anne. I’m sorry.
(Rub her back.)
Me: Relax. What you’re feeling is natural Anne. (Kissing her elbow and arm.) You know you like Daddy
Warbucks doing this—oh wait that is Annie isn’t it?
Her: What the hell is wrong with you???
Daddy Warbucks: What?
Her: First off sick and second off that is NOT Anne of Green Gables.
Daddy Warbucks: I know I said that. Fine who would Anne screw?
Daddy Warbucks: Anne who would she get it on with.
Her: Gilbert I guess but he’s her age.
Daddy Warbucks: Well that is a dumb name. I think Daddy Warbucks should be allowed—yes actually Daddy Warbucks came to Green Gables on business. He likes what he sees Anne.
(Kiss her arm again.)
Her: You are gross.
(I get up to leave.)
Daddy Warbucks: Fine I’ll take my leave for now. I will return later to see if my little Anne—wait—that make it sound like you are underage. Young Anne—there because you’d be of age—Daddy Warbucks would bide his time till you were—
Her: What the hell is the matter with you?
Daddy Warbucks: You’ve upset Daddy young Anne. I shall leave but when I return I hope you are a little more shall we say loving. You don’t want to cross the Warbucks!
Her: Get out of here you sicko!
A little bit later I returned.
Me: Hey honey…
Me: Now is that any to talk to your Gerald? He’s come to sex you up.
Gerald: Being coy isn’t always sexy Anne.
Her: You mean Gilbert.
Gerald: Who the fuck is Gilbert?
Her: The dude in Anne of Green Gables is named Gilbert.
Gerald: Gilbert? What a weirdo. That’s just as bad as Gerald. You are forbidden from ever reading or watching Anne of Green Gables ever again!
For the rest of the evening I peppered her with sexual innuendoes involving Anne and Daddy Warbucks. She’s a lucky woman.