when you were supposed
to be so mad at him;
yet, he trips, on the way
down the stairs–
in public.
his butt, hitting
each of the steps–
about three steps:
thump,
thump,
thump.
and, you can’t help it.
you laugh.
–Diwa
🚹 “Oh, why?” 😐
🚺 “Baby, I should pressure you–not you, pressuring me, all the time.” 😛
🚹 “Haha. Okay, Baby. Do it, then.” 😁
🚺 “Okay. I want to get married, this year. You need to plan it, to the last detail, Baby. No complaints. Do it, starting now. All your decisions should be in line, with that end.” 😐
🚹 “But, Baby–” 😐
🚺 “No ‘buts’ please. Babe, I’m the one nagging. So, do so, okay?” 😣
🚹 “But, that isn’t pressuring, Baby. That’s already something I plan. Pressure me more!” 😛
🚺 “Argh! That’s not how it works, Babe! You need to disagree, first; so I can nag!” 😂
–Diwa