Saturday, June 29th

Husband: I'm going to the store, do you need anything?
Me: A couple of donuts...
Husband: From the bakery or like, Entenmann's
Me: The bakery donuts are terrible. Entenmann's is fine.

Husband comes back from the store and unpacks an Entenmann's variety pack of donuts and a package of cinnamon minis and a peach pie and an apple pie.

Me: What the hell is all of this?
Husband: They didn't have the variety box of donuts with cinnamon so I bought the minis.
Me: And the pies?
Husband: They were 2 for one and I know you like peach pie. I'll eat the apple, I like apple pies.
Me: And you'll eat the donuts too! I said "a couple" of donuts - that is 3 at most. Besides I don't like chocolate covered donuts or plain and I only eat the powered sugar ones if I'm desperate.
Husband: But they didn't have the variety box with cinnamon donuts.
Me: But they had the bag of cinnamon minis - why buy the variety box too? And why buy 2 pies when you just bought donuts. Who is going to eat all of this?
Husband: *Petulantly* You eat the powdered ones sometimes...and I like apple pie. They were 2 for the price of one.
Me: Okay - let me get this straight. You know I don't like chocolate donuts or plain donuts and eat powdered donuts only sometimes so you buy a box with all three PLUS the cinnamon ones that I DO like, plus 2 pies just because they were 2-for-one. Right?
Husband: Yes...
Me: WHY???
Husband: I was just in a mood and felt like it.
Me: Major pissed off eye rolling 

Wednesday, June 12th

Standing in the check-out line at Trader Joe's, dancing to "Rock Around the Clock", absolutely gorgeous young woman in front of us on line watching me

Me (to Husband): Dance with me! It's hard to do the Lindy alone.
Husband: I don't dance any more.
Me: You used to dance with me...
Husband: Not any more. I'm old. I have problems walking.
Me: Well, walking isn't my best skill either but nothing stops me from dancing!
Husband: Well, someone of us get old.
Gorgeous Young Woman: Pointing at me - And some people stay young forever!

Tuesday, June 4th

Me: (Talking to the cats)There's my fuzzy furry little dumplings
Husband: Hmmm
Me: Hmmm - what?
Husband: I'm just trying to picture what fuzzy furry little dumplings look like.
Me: Like what you would find in a Chinese take out carton that's been in the back of the refrigerator for two months.
Husband: Oh..