Edna’s Turn
“Fine,” Edna laughed, “you do your skydive. I’ll do mine.”
Bert narrowed his eyes. “And what is your big bucket list dream?”
“Bert,” she began slowly, “I have a confession.”
Recliners, Remotes, and Christmas Movies
“You know how your favorite recliner leaned to the left for twenty years?”
Bert nodded. “Yes… I blamed the dog. Poor thing limped for weeks.”
Edna grinned. “That was me. After you spilled grape soda on my new curtains in 1989, I jammed a spatula in the bottom.”
Bert gasped. “You’re a monster!”
“And remember how the TV remote kept switching to the Hallmark Channel no matter what button you pressed?”
“You told me it was haunted!”
She smiled. “Nope. I taped a penny inside the battery compartment. Five straight years of slow-motion snowball fights and mistletoe love stories. My sweetest revenge.”
