“Carry me across the threshold,” she told me. “It’s tradition.”
“Well, dear, it’s a simple question of weight ratios. A five ounce bird cannot carry a one pound coconut, after all,” I quipped.
“Are you calling me fat?”
“It’s impossible for you to be any other size, love.”
“Just what are you saying?”
I realized at this point that perhaps I hadn’t thought this through enough. “Nevermind, dear. Up you go!”
My knees shook as I lifted her, shuffled forward, then sat her down.
“Now that wasn’t so bad!”
What could be done? I was in love with a robot.
As I continue my faux FFM, this would have been the entry for Day 8, which came with Challenge #4: Write a Drabble (100 words exactly). There was also a suggestion to reference Monty Python, how could I refuse? And there's also a Warcraft reference in there because--well, might as well!