My husband and I argued this weekend.
He stormed out of the house and headed toward the meadow.
At first, I was glad for the solitude.
Now I could stomp my feet and mutter to my heart’s content.
In a spurt of vengeance, I ate the last cookie in the pantry. That’ll teach him.
After a while, the solitude began to unnerve me.
Where was he? Why was he taking so long?
Was he having a good time without me?
When was he coming home?
Geez, what were we fighting about?
Uh, oh. Had he been abducted by Martians?
I picked up the phone to call Agent Mulder from the X-files.
The back door opened and my husband appeared, carrying flowers from the meadow.
I screamed. He really HAD been abducted by Martians…why else would he be carrying a bouquet?
I drove him to the doctor’s office right away.
Have you ever encountered proof your beloved was abducted by Martians?