“That’s Patches!” I said and pointed at a black and white, 80 year old brittle photograph.
“And that’s Dan!” I said pointing at another.
My husband was incredulous. How did I know the names of horses in these photographs? Then when I exclaimed that I remember the day when she bought those pants
I could tell he was wondering if Arkham Asylum was a real place and if he could have me sent there.
“Patches and Babu understood each other.” I told him and at that point I think he thought I was nuts. When I carefully removed the pictures from their tiny black corners and reversed the picture, I was vindicated and Adam was impressed. See, he hasn’t been reading her journals. He’s barely read the blog, have you Adam? So he didn’t know what I know.
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Don’t feel bad. My husband never reads what I write, unless I ask for an opinion and then he glances at it ever so briefly. Must be a guy thing. If I had a husband who wrote all the time I would be very interested to read his stuff. Love the photos!
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The funny thing is he does read every once in a while so I’m just finding new ways to harass him! 😉 For a brief moment I toyed with the idea of putting something smarmy in every post so that when he does read, and at that point he binges, he’ll sit there going “Oh come on!” But yea, hah! I don’t feel bad.
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See?! Journals can teach so much about a person! How awesome you have this connection with Babu now. 🙂
My “theme” – A Thirty-Word Story, revealing one word of the story each day of the challenge.
#AtoZChallenge The Letter S
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