Monday, June 1, 2009

The Haunting Husband

The other night as we were laying in bed, Mrs. Stickman was being her typical self and mocking the bejesus out of me.  In an effort to make her feel bad, I told her that I would be dying that night, and that she should be nice to me while she still had a chance.  Of course, she felt that since it would be her last chance to mock me, she should really take advantage of it.

Fast forward to the following morning.  I get up and go into bathroom, and Mrs. S says, "looks like you didn't die last night."  To which I reply, "Yes I did.  I'm a ghost now.  I have returned to haunt you."  She wasn't even sad that I died.

So this whole weekend whenever she would be mean to me, or mock me, or whatever, I would start talking in this high vibrato voice like a ghost.  And I would say, "OOOOOOOHH....You're going to miss me when I'm gone" or "you should have been nice to me when you had a chance" or other random things.

Of course, as much as I tried, this had no guilt effect on her at all.  She would only mock me more for "pretending" to be a ghost, and tell me that I was "weird" or "a two year old" or "not normal."  Whatever all those things mean.  I told her that she was the one that was weird because she was seeing and talking to a ghost.

I sure hope that if I ever do die, I am able to come back and haunt her for real.  But in a good way.  In the way that reminds her that she can't ever love anybody as much as she loves me, so  she therefore should not try at all.  

And if I was a ghost that was "haunting" her, then we could do fun things together like make pottery.  I understand from the movies that that is something that ghosts and their alive lovers like to do.  Makes sense I guess.

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