MY 800TH POST! Wow!! Don’t get your hopes up. It’s still going to be mindless drivel!
Friday night’s conversation:
I’m doing dishes, minding my own business.
Him: Can you make me some tea?
–gets the coffee pot and begins rinsing it out so I can get tea going–
Him: Can you cut my hair?
Me: Tea or hair? I can’t do both at the same time.
Him: Both. I’ll wait for you to finish the tea.
–he goes about getting the chair set up by the counter where I always cut his hair–
Him: Can you color my hair?
Me: Sure. Get a different shirt on.
–mixes up color while he changes shirts–
–starts putting color in his hair and he SQUIRMS because the color is cold–
Him: Holy shit, couldn’t you put that in the microwave or something…it’s freezing!
Me: Oh, quit being a pussy!
Him: But it’s COLD!
Me: DUDE! I do this to myself every five weeks! I know what it feels like. Now hold still!
–finishes applying the color–
–him…walking off to go watch TV–
Me: So I suppose you want me to clean up this mess and cook your dinner!?
Him: [mumble, mumble, mumble as he walks down the hall]
Me: What’s that?
Him: I love you, honey!
And that’s the way we roll at our house!