Me: (shouting up the stairs) Could you bring my book when you come down?
Husband: Where is it?
Me: Either on my dresser or on my nightstand.
Husband: Which book?
Me: The real one - you know, a book with pages, made of paper.
Husband: (Coming down the stairs with book in hand): Very funny..
Me: See, you got the right one, it even has a bookmark in it.
Husband: Well there were other books - the Buddhist ones.
Me: But I said ON the nightstand, not IN the nightstand. Those were IN, this was ON.
Husband: ---
