The Husband says I am predictable with my choice of music, which is why he made a bet with me yesterday afternoon.
"What do you think I'm going to play?" asked I, as I headed towards the Bose player with a CD in my hand.
"Da da dah da da dah....." The Husband sang the first notes of "Baroque and Blue" performed by Claude Bolling and Jean-Pierre Rampal. Our small music collection consists of CDs of our favorite albums of yore, and I do like to play one of two Bolling CDs on a sunny afternoon.
"Want to bet ten bucks on that?" The Husband doesn't bet unless it's a sure thing that he is right.
"Sure." he said to my surprise. But, then, according to him, I am predictable.
I inserted the CD. Santana! Ha!
"You owe me $10!"
"You lost the bet."
The Husband groaned.
"I'll put it on your tab."
It isn't often that I catch the Husband off guard to get him to bet. Hee heee.
I love the Husband.
Those drawings illustrated previous stories I wrote about the Husband and me. If you're interested in reading, or re-reading them, here are the links to the stories: Your Grandparents' Music (top left drawing), X-Factor (top right), The Wager (bottom right), and Grey Hair Stops Cars (bottom left).
Today, I'm hanging out at All Seasons and Mosaic Monday. Come check out the other participants with me. Thanks to the lovely hosts—Jesh, of All Seasons, and Angie, of Mosaic Monday.