Michelle: That’s not nice! Don’t call me retarded.
Dirk: I didn’t. I said your idea was retarded.
Michelle: That’s not nice! Don’t call me retarded.
Dirk: I didn’t. I said your idea was retarded.
Michelle: Screw it, I’m not wearing makeup today.
Dirk: What! How are people going to know you’re good enough to be with me?
Michelle: Oh, I think that’s pretty obvious.
My wife brought home two dryer balls. No, I had no idea what they were either. Egg shaped, covered with short thick spikes, made of a stiff pliable silicon, it sits in the palm of your hand. It resembles a dog’s chew toy or a sex toy gone horribly wrong.
I know that the following conversation is essentially a reenactment of a Kevin Smith movie , but it did take place, on several occasions. (more…)
Michelle and I went out for a nice dinner and bottle of wine last night. To borrow a line from that Flight of the Concords song, conditions were perfect. You know, we were going to do IT.
I work at home most days. Michelle often comes home to find the bowl from my breakfast still on the counter above the dishwasher.
Michelle: It’s a good thing we are not having kids. I’d have to pick up after two of you.
Me: That’s silly. You could train the kid.
We spent a week with our good friends Kim and Bryan recently. Kim and Michelle have been friends since forth grade. Kim owns a hair salon and is very straight to the point. The preceding facts will help you understand this conversation we had one morning. (more…)
Me: Where are those cheese buns? Hey! Did you eat both of those cheese buns?
Michelle: Um, ya, sorry, I was hungry.
Me: Really? Both of them?
Michelle: Sorry. I didn’t mean to.
Me: Of course you meant to. You ate them. You have to mean to eat something.
Michelle: I’m sorry. Do you love me?
Me: Ya, but slightly less now that I know you ate both of those fucking cheese buns.
Michelle: Watch it, or we’ll cancel “No Pants Night”.
Relationships are full of compromise. That’s what people say, but it reveals such a small part of the truth.