I have a lot of weird conversations with Hubby. We value wit, debate, and discussion... When that fails I accuse him of bizarre crimes. Especially the crime of being frugal.
The most entertaining conversation recently happened while he was asleep.
3am, in bed, out of the blue, Hubby declares in a clear carrying voice.
Him: "Yes, I want two cheeses. Make that cheddar, ranch and jalapenos..."
Me: "Honey! You are IN BED. You cannot order a sandwich from your bedroom!"
Him: "You've just crushed my dreams."
The best part is the only thing he remembers is accusing me of crushing his dreams.
Later, during the day.
Me: "So YOUR DREAM is to be able to order a sandwich. In bed."
Him: "It doesn't even have to be in bed! It's probably a symbol of how much I wish I could eat lunch."
Me: "That's a sad sad statement about life."
Him: "Isn't it though?"
Maybe one of these days I'll have to bring that man a sandwich.
This is my profane humor blog exploring the unique frustrations and embarrassments of pregnancy, parenting, and marriage. I'm pretty sure I was crazy before I got pregnant, now it's full-blown hormonal madness. This is Pregnancy Part 2: Revenge of the Unborn. I also have a 6yo daughter, two cats and a dog.
Life is never dull.