Jeff and Annie's Page-a-Day Calendar (22/?)
555 seemed like such a good number, I couldn't bring myself to edit this one, lol.
Screeching_Stop: So, funny story - when I came to post this, I saw your video, "If I die before you," and laughed, because I totally didn't write this because of this. But I figured I'd mention it anyway so you didn't think I'd copied you without credit, lol. Plus, your video was awesome :)
Peace and Love,
~ Moosey ~
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“Promise me you’ll remarry,” he said one morning a few years into their marriage, leaning over the breakfast table with his cereal spoon poised in his hand.
She paused with hand outstretched, halfway to handing him the milk carton, “Why would you say that? Aren’t you happy?” Her voice raised an octave, her neck retreating backwards as though revving up for a fight, “Are you asking me for a divorce?”
“What? No!” he exclaimed, fumbling with a napkin to sop up the milk she had spilled, “I’m just saying…I’m probably going to die long before you do. And that’s good - that’s the way it should be, and I couldn’t live a day without you. But I don’t want you to spend the last 20 or so years of your life alone. Or worse, like Britta, with three dozen special needs cats.”
Annie emitted a sound lost somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, trying to decide if she should hit him or hug him.
“Just don’t marry Vaughn,” he added in her silence.
“Vaughn?” she tutted incredulously, “Why on earth would I marry him?”
“Marry Troy, or Abed,” he continued as though she had not spoken, “Just whatever you do, don’t marry Pierce.”
She stared for a long moment, her face twisted in disgust, “Pierce will be dead way before you are.”
“Hey, you don’t know that - they might find a way to turn lava lamps into people by the time I’ve croaked.”
She laughed, strained, “And I could never marry Troy. Britta would kill me, and it would just be too weird. Abed, maybe…”
He looked put upon as she seemed to contemplate, suddenly not quite so keen on the idea of her with one of their friends. “What is it with you two? Is it the Han thing? Cause I can be Han. I am Han.” He straightened up, trying his best to look handsome beneath an unkempt mess of morning hair.
“There’s nothing going on between Abed and me,” she sighed, exasperated to be soothing his jealousy as she had so many times in the past. “Besides,” she continues after a beat, “He has Robyn.”
“Who?” His eyebrows knit in genuine confusion. He knew he didn’t always listen to the group drama, but he knew the main events.
“She’s who he’s talking to when he goes to stand by the lamp.”
“I’m not even going to touch that one.” He paused, sighing as he creases in his face relaxed from their expression of confusion into a more serious façade, “But seriously. I’m not saying you should go off and get hitched the next day, but I don’t want you to sit around pining for me.” He smirked slightly, “Though if your rebound guy happened to remind you of me - but less handsome - that would be okay.”
She pretended to consider this request, before responding off-hand, “Well, okay. I guess I could give Rich another try.”
His face steeled, mouth open and gaping though with no sound coming out, “Rich?! But- but- but-“ he stuttered.
She hid behind her napkin, stifling a mischievous giggle. And at that, face settled into a look of determination, he was out of his seat, chasing her across the room as she shrieked and fled, lifting her over his shoulder and tickling her sides when he caught her.
Screeching_Stop: So, funny story - when I came to post this, I saw your video, "If I die before you," and laughed, because I totally didn't write this because of this. But I figured I'd mention it anyway so you didn't think I'd copied you without credit, lol. Plus, your video was awesome :)
Peace and Love,
~ Moosey ~
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“Promise me you’ll remarry,” he said one morning a few years into their marriage, leaning over the breakfast table with his cereal spoon poised in his hand.
She paused with hand outstretched, halfway to handing him the milk carton, “Why would you say that? Aren’t you happy?” Her voice raised an octave, her neck retreating backwards as though revving up for a fight, “Are you asking me for a divorce?”
“What? No!” he exclaimed, fumbling with a napkin to sop up the milk she had spilled, “I’m just saying…I’m probably going to die long before you do. And that’s good - that’s the way it should be, and I couldn’t live a day without you. But I don’t want you to spend the last 20 or so years of your life alone. Or worse, like Britta, with three dozen special needs cats.”
Annie emitted a sound lost somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, trying to decide if she should hit him or hug him.
“Just don’t marry Vaughn,” he added in her silence.
“Vaughn?” she tutted incredulously, “Why on earth would I marry him?”
“Marry Troy, or Abed,” he continued as though she had not spoken, “Just whatever you do, don’t marry Pierce.”
She stared for a long moment, her face twisted in disgust, “Pierce will be dead way before you are.”
“Hey, you don’t know that - they might find a way to turn lava lamps into people by the time I’ve croaked.”
She laughed, strained, “And I could never marry Troy. Britta would kill me, and it would just be too weird. Abed, maybe…”
He looked put upon as she seemed to contemplate, suddenly not quite so keen on the idea of her with one of their friends. “What is it with you two? Is it the Han thing? Cause I can be Han. I am Han.” He straightened up, trying his best to look handsome beneath an unkempt mess of morning hair.
“There’s nothing going on between Abed and me,” she sighed, exasperated to be soothing his jealousy as she had so many times in the past. “Besides,” she continues after a beat, “He has Robyn.”
“Who?” His eyebrows knit in genuine confusion. He knew he didn’t always listen to the group drama, but he knew the main events.
“She’s who he’s talking to when he goes to stand by the lamp.”
“I’m not even going to touch that one.” He paused, sighing as he creases in his face relaxed from their expression of confusion into a more serious façade, “But seriously. I’m not saying you should go off and get hitched the next day, but I don’t want you to sit around pining for me.” He smirked slightly, “Though if your rebound guy happened to remind you of me - but less handsome - that would be okay.”
She pretended to consider this request, before responding off-hand, “Well, okay. I guess I could give Rich another try.”
His face steeled, mouth open and gaping though with no sound coming out, “Rich?! But- but- but-“ he stuttered.
She hid behind her napkin, stifling a mischievous giggle. And at that, face settled into a look of determination, he was out of his seat, chasing her across the room as she shrieked and fled, lifting her over his shoulder and tickling her sides when he caught her.