Chapter 2:
My Husband is a Cryptozoologist and He’s Trying to Bring Pterodactyls Back
I’m waking up to the sound of test tubes crashing on the floor. I have to walk downstairs to see what is happening. Probably Gil was having his anger tantrums and what not. I’m running downstairs. I’m nervous.
“Hey!! What the hell? Gil!!”
“F*ck!” he says as he throws another test tube against the wall, shattering it in to bits.
“What did you do, Gil?”
“I messed up the experiment.”
“Oh, that’s a wonderful way to express your anger! Go right ahead,” I say sarcastically.
“Thanks, Janet!” he says as he threw another beaker.
“You are the dumbest cryptozoologist ever,” I mumble.
“What?”
“Nothing. I said, you are the smartest cryptozoologist ever.”
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