Anthony: Yes, I know, I know.
Me: What?
Anthony: It’s your birthday tomorrow, you’re afraid I won’t get you a significant present, and you miss me?
Me: Sort of. Look, Ants, you have already given me enough silver bangles over the years, and I love them, but would it be okay if you gave me something totally different this year?
Anthony: Of course, Jules! I’m sorry you don’t like my taste in silver bangles.
Me: May I remind you, Ants, that even before you got so ill, you always sent me off to choose and buy my own silver bangles?
Anthony: Yes but it was my money.
Me: Don’t you mean our money?
Anthony: You are becoming more and more argumentative as you age, Jules.
Me: Now that was below the belt! What do you mean as I age? I’m only a few years older than you were when we got married!
Anthony: I think we should refocus the discussion on your birthday present. What would you like? Your wish is my desire.
Me: Silk sheets.
Anthony: I beg your pardon?
Me: I just love the feel of silk…
Anthony: Don’t go any further or I might swoon.
Me: Do men swoon? How strange. So is that a ‘yes’?
Anthony: No, yes.
Me: Yes, no?
Anthony: I’ll let you know tomorrow when it actually is your birthday.
Me: Yeah, well I’m going to get the silk sheets anyway, so….
Anthony: God is watching you, girl, so be careful.
jmgoyder 
Hopefully you got the sheets
Well it’s your birthday and you should have what you like,silk sheets are not for me.
Silk sheets sound like the perfect present. I am sure that Anthony will agree.
LOL
Go for it!
Happy Birthday, hope you got the silk sheets.
I can’t help feel (read) a kind of rebellion/annoyance in your recent conversations with Ant. It’s as though writing this is making you see things slightly differently. I hope it’s helping you. x
Good point!