Daily Pavlomations

[The Boz is in the living room, absorbed in an online project. I’m in the kitchen, washing dishes and kitbashing a pseudo-healthy dinner. All is quiet and peaceful until…]

Boz: “God.”

Me: “Grant me the serenity to accept… hey, wait a second.”

[I stick my head into the other room.]

Me: “Did you just say ‘God’ to see if I’d automatically recite the Serenity Prayer?”

Boz: “Yeah.”


Boz: “Did it work?”

[Another beat.]

Me: “You suck.”