Thursday, August 9, 2012

I Think Husband and I Are Too Lazy To Fight

Me: Are we in a fight?

Husband: It feels like it, doesn’t it?
M: Yeah. Are you mad at me?

H: No. Are you mad at me?
M: No.

H: Weird.

M: I know, right?

About 10 minutes later…
M: I think I said one thing and you got all pissy at me.

H : The fire truck thing?
M: The thing where I asked if you had seen the fire truck and you said “no” because you were standing on it?
H: I couldn’t see it.
M: Because you were standing on it.

H: I just think you could have pointed that out in a nicer way.

M: You want me to use a nicer tone of voice when I tell you that you are an idiot?
H: Yes.

M: Okay. Next time I call you an idiot, I will use my most pleasant tone of voice.
H: That’s all I am asking.
M: But you aren’t mad?

H: No way, that was a total bonehead move.

M: I wonder why it feels like we are mad at each other.

H: I thought things got weird when I disagreed with you about the proper use of “put it away” in beach volleyball.

M: I just think the connotation is that the winning of the point was completely due to the scorer.

H: But she won the point. She “put it away!” Kapow!

M: If she spiked the ball into the sand and no one touched it, then I agree. However, if the other chick has a spaz attack and flings the ball away, I don’t think the scorer “put it away.”

H: Because you are an expert at beach volleyball.

M: I HAVE been watching it for the last three days.

H: Good point.

M: Thank you.

H: But you aren’t mad at me?
M: Nope.
H: Is it ice cream time?
M: Hells yeah.


Teri said...

This literally made me snort:

"You want me to use a nicer tone of voice when I tell you that you are an idiot?"

Sometimes lazy is a good thing. If you weren't lazy, you may just actually find yourself in a fight.

Thanks for the morning laugh. Needed it on this grey West Virginia morning.


Theresa Stem said...

You got way more words out of your husband than I EVER do out of mine. We don't fight, but we don't really discuss either. Good going! :)

There Must Be A Third Option said...

Snorting is good! Thanks for the compliment. :)

There Must Be A Third Option said...

Husband is a regular chatty cathy with me. I don't think he says more than 10 words until he comes home. He saves them up for me!

Pamela said...

That is too funny - sounds a whole lot like us sometimes~
New follower - from the hop - hope to get a follow back~

Brooke Arellano said...

Hahaha, sounds like me and my husband! I'm stopping by from the TGIF Blog Hop and am now a new follower:) So happy I did, can't wait to read more! Would love for you to stop by Crazy Mama Drama!

There Must Be A Third Option said...

Thanks for hopping over! You have a whole room devoted to your crafts?!!! Sooooo jealous. I don't even have a room without toys in it. Thanks for showing a light at the end of this baby raisin' tunnel.

There Must Be A Third Option said...

Yay! I love your blog. It's like you are in my head. For your sake, I hope you are not. Thanks for reading!