Bipolar Muse

Bipolar Muse

    Doug says, “Ro, you’d make a hotsy Go-Go Girl. I would attend your shows and give you generous tips.”
     Rowena replies. “Would those gratuities be like giving me an allowance? I am your wife, not your call girl. Getting paid by you for gratification sounds sick.”
     Doug says, “You are taking it all wrong. This is just a way to spice up our bedroom life. You could just dance for me at home. I just thought you getting down at a club would add to your excitement.”
     Rowena replies, “Are you kidding me, having seedy guys drooling over me is a major turn-off. Let’s pigeon hole that plan in the dead letterbox.”
     Doug says, “This is all a product of my bipolar-muse. Wouldn’t you rather me pop those lithium pills at night so that serenity can reign over our peaceable kingdom?”
     Ro replies, “Maybe we could medicate ourselves until we’re comfortably numb. Is that what you want for us to be part of the rubber stamp crowd?”
     Doug says, “We’d be happy Zombies.”
     Ro replies, “Do you really think we’d be happy?”
     Doug says, “Like lazy frogs sunning on lily-pads.”
     Ro replies, “You old bull-frog if you take those pills I’ll divorce you.”
     Doug says, “Let’s take a road trip to the Grand Canyon and charge it all on our credit card.”
     Ro replies, “What happens when we max out our plastic?”
     Doug says, “Crash and burn isn’t all it is cracked up to be.”
     Ro replies, “Let’s take a vacation without leaving the house.”
    Doug says, “Swiping the card for a waterbed is a good balance between going for broke out west and the ordinary life.”
     Ro replies, “We can splurge on a flat-screen TV too for the boudoir.”
     Doug says, “Let’s go for it. We’ll pay it off in a year.”