Hubs: We'd have to put a sign on her, but with lies. Like when you try to give away a cat and you're like, "What? This cat? No, he never pukes."
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Hubs has asked me to plug in the GPS, and is waiting while I fumble around in the back seat.
Hubs: Is it in yet? Hey. . . I've asked that before.
Me: Really? Um, thanks, dear.
Hubs: Oh, wait. That was a slam on you wasn't it?
Me: You know I've had two kids. Geez.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
We're watching the original stop-motion Santa Claus is Coming to Town. It's the scene where Santa is still a young man and makes his first trip to deliver toys. He's singing to the kids to sit on his lap and give him a kiss and he'll give them toys. It's unsettling.
Santa: "When you sit on my lap today, a kiss a toy is the price you'll pay."
Me: Have you ever noticed how creepy this is?
Hubs: Is it? I'm not paying attention.
Me: Yeah. But it's like a-van-with-no-windows creepy. Like, hide-your-kids creepy.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
I'm sitting on the couch, crocheting a gigantic afghan.
Hubs: What is that?
Me: It's an afghan I started a few years ago.
Hubs: Who's it for?
Me: It's for you. For your office.
Hubs: Hmm. Thanks.
A few minutes later, we get into a discussion about how long it takes to crochet a single row. Hubs takes in the enormity of the project and realizes just how much time will go into completing it.
Hubs: Wow. You must really love me.
Me: Well, like I said, I started it a few years ago.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Our little one is eight months old, and is terribly fond of abusing her father's giant cranium. Hubs walks up to us, bending over and ducking his head so she can reach it.
Hubs: Go ahead. I know you want to hit it.
Me: That's what Mommy says when she bends over for Daddy.