Dig Your Own Hole

Let the games begin.

HoBiscuit and GeekMan are sitting in the house, she’s reading and he’s working on the computer while listening to randomly shuffled MP3s when Pat Benatar’s “Love Is A Battlefield” comes on. Halfway through the song HoBiscuit, The Mighty Wife, turns to GeekMan with a mischievous look in her eyes.

HoBiscuit [being cute and coy]:
“Honey, you know I love you, right?”

GeekMan [not really listening]:
“Uh-huh.”

HoBiscuit [unhappy with GeekMan’s inattention]:
“Do you love me?”

GeekMan [unheeding of the warning signs, still not listening]:
“Uh-huh.”

HoBiscuit [eyes angry slits and lower lip pouting]:
“Do you know that our love is a battlefield?”

GeekMan [oblivious]:
“Mmm-hmmm.”

HoBiscuit [angry in an adorably cute way]:
“Well, do you know that I’m winning?”

GeekMan [finally waking up to the fact that he’s in danger]:
“Huh? What? I don’t… you… what?”

HoBiscuit goes back to reading her magazine with a very, very satisfied smile. For the rest of the day GeekMan is so confused and frightened that he actually does the laundry and vacuums without being asked.

Game – Set – Match : HoBiscuit.

6 Comments

  1. Dude, consider yourself lucky. I was blogging one day while my wife tried to give me one of those ‘love compatibility’ tests out of the back of Redbook, or Cosmo, or Popular Mechanics, or some such thing… in one ten-minute stretch, I think I ‘admitted’ to being insensitive, not shaving often (or extensively) enough, and thinking about greased-up yaks during love-making.

    I still don’t know what the hell the survey questions were, or what kind of answers I gave. All I know is that I did all the cooking, and cleaning, and wasn’t allowed to close my eyes during sex for six months. Fear the mischievious wife. Fear her!

  2. So, excuse me for posting what may be a stupid question: But what does “hobiscuit” mean, exactly? I’m currently translating an English book, where the term is used repeatedly – and not in a very nice way – but if anyone could enlighten me, I would be very thankful.

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