We've recently moved to a state where it's legal to sell wine at gas stations and grocery stores, which is new for us. I crack open a bottle.
Me: This wine is terrible. I mean, absolutely horrid.
Hubs: Did you get it at the One Stop?
Me: No! At the PIGGLY WIGGLY. I expected MORE.
Hubs: That was the first question you asked me. "What's your salary?"
Me: It was not.
Also me: Shoulda been.
Hubs got a new car.
Hubs: I was messing around with the car settings and settled on the Australian lady voice for all the navigation. I tried the British woman but she sounded stupid. Obviously I wasn't going to use a man.
Me: You just don't want another man telling you what to do.
Hubs: YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT I DON'T.
