Thursday, October 26, 2006

Mark Loves it When I Nag

Today I uncovered a startling truth. Mark loves it when I nag. He doesn't just like it, he loves it.

After 13 years together he knows me so well he can't help himself from doing those little things that he knows will elicit a response.

Parking as far away from the restaurant, mall, theatre as possible. Taking the long way home. Folding towels in his special way.

At least that is the conclusion I have come to. After all this time together I would have thought he would avoid these things like burning hot brands or diseased pustules. There is no other answer. He secretly loves to be nagged.

Sick bugger.


Mark Fournier said...

Maybe I just like to hear the melodious sound of your voice

Anonymous said...

Poooor Mark!!