I was making dinner one night a few weeks ago while Wizard was watching UFC (cage fighting…mortal style). I happened to notice one of the fighters. “Wizard, who is that fighter wearing red shorts?”
Wizard turned from the TV to look at me.
I might have been staring at the sweaty fighter with big gleaming muscles.
“He’s not Wing Slayer Worthy,” Wizard proclaimed.
I looked back to Wizard and saw his narrowed eyed, caught-you-staring-at-another-man look. Trying to distract him, I said, “And YOU know who is Wing Slayer Worthy? YOU decide?”
“Yes,” he proclaimed smugly. “I am a wizard, I know these things.”
I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Whatever.” Then I turned my attention to the TV again. “Just so I know, what is the guy’s name in the red shorts?” I was planning some quality Goggle time, thinking…
The TV suddenly changed channels to a sitcom rerun. “Look away, Witch, there’s nothing to see here.”
I never did find out the sweaty fighter’s name, dang it.
People ask me if these stories are real—they really are. We actually have conversations like this. Not sure what that says about us…reality challenged, maybe? LOL!