So last night Wifey has some fruit and it's in a bowl.
When she finishes I see the empty bowl, pick it up, and put it in the dishwasher.
An hour or so later she has something else. In a bowl.
When she finishes I see it sitting there, pick it up, and put it in the dishwasher.
And I notice there are a bunch of bowls in said dishwasher.
So we have a conversation (it's what we do)
ME: "You're a Bowl Queen."
WIFEY: "I'm not a Bowl Queen."
ME: "Yes you are! You my friend, are The Bowl Queen!"
WIFEY: "I'm not a Bowl Queen."
ME: "Are."
WIFEY: "You are an Ass Queen."
ME: "I'm not an Ass Queen."
WIFEY: "You are."
ME: "Why would you say that?"
WIFEY: "Because you're an ass."
ME: "I'm not an ass."
WIFEY: "Are."
ME: "You're a Bowl Queen."
WIFEY: "Why are you so mean?"
ME: "I'm not mean...you just use a lot of bowls."
WIFEY: "You're an ass.
ME: "Bowl Queen."
Monday, May 18, 2009
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Dear Ass Queen:
It's a valid question...why ARE you so mean?
p.s.
Do you have a dishwasher fetish?
Oh, nice try. There is NO way you got the last word in that conversation. Here, let me edit it for you:
WIFEY: "Why are you so mean?"
ME: "I'm not mean...you just use a lot of bowls."
WIFEY: "You're an ass.
ME: "Bowl Queen."
WIFEY: "Ass Queen."
Behold the beauty in the truth!
Ass.
Queen!
Queeny McAssy Assingsteinington Queenster!
I win! I win! Don't try to throw down with me, IANO!
(i, too, am a bowl queen...shhh...)
Yawn.
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