Hubs: If there were no such thing as True Blood, would you still consider being a vampire?
Me: Not now. We have kids.
Hubs: But if we didn't have kids?
Me: Yeah. Probably.
Hubs: But you'd have to kill people.
Me: I wouldn't have to kill them, just feed from them.
Hubs: True.
Me: Or I could kill people and be like the Dexter of vampires.
Hubs: Ooh, good idea. Or sometimes you could kill people who are just assholes.
Me: I could go to the Republican National Convention. Oh my god I'd get so fat.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Ethically Undead
Monday, March 16, 2015
Good Things Come in Small Packages
We're watching our daughters play.
Me: I love these tiny bodies. These tiny, tiny things.
Hubs: It bodes well for me that you like tiny things.
Me: It was my love of tiny things that got us these babies.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Haaaave You Met Adonis?
Hubs: I am physically fit. I'm like a Greek god over here.
Me: You know we have mirrors in the house, right?
Hubs: Yeah, I don't look in them.
Me: That's my point.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Happiness Is. . .
Hubs: You know what I wanna make?
Me: Your wife a happy woman?
Hubs: I don’t wanna die.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Also Known As
My father-in-law has introduced our preschooler to Woody Woodpecker. Lucky for us, he also taught her that it's available on Netflix. Pretty sure he's not getting a Christmas gift.
Hubs: Did you see the name of this episode? It's "Automatic Woody".
Me: Uh. . .
Hubs: That's my nickname for you.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Child Labor
I've just returned home from the dollar store where I bought a ton of organizing containers.
Me: I don’t even want to think about all the children who died in sweatshops to make these.
Hubs: Meh. Children come and go. But plastic is forever.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Loaves and Fishes
Hubs and I see a Facebook post from one of our favorite restaurants.
Hubs: They have catfish today.
Me: I know. It looks amazing.
Hubs: You should go get me some.
Me: No. It's icy out there and I'm not leaving the house.
Hubs: But you haven't showered yet and you look all scruffy. Maybe they'll think you're homeless and just hand you some food for free.