Monday, December 9th

(Husband and I are in laundry room watching the dryer counting down to being done...)

Husband: 2 - 1... Down to the last long minute
Me: I keep telling you it is 60 seconds - not any longer than any other minute.

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Me: Are you trying to whistle Brian Boru's March?

Husband: No, I'm whistling "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down"

Me: Sounds like Brian Boru

Husband: In my head I'm hearing "..Drove Old Dixie Down"

Me: Well there seems to be a major disconnect between your hard drive and your audio output.

Wednesday, December 4th

Me: For someone who thinks instant gratification isn't fast enough doing all my shopping on-line seems a bit masochistic.
Husband: But you hate to go shopping in stores, sooo
Me: Well who wants to drive all over here and there, in and out, they don't have it, it's out of stock and blahzay-blahzay-blahzay. At least on-line you know where and what and when.
Husband: But then you get all antsy and check the shipping constantly - complaining about how long it takes...
Me: Oh? And aren't you the one who asked me to order your jeans on-line because you didn't want to go to the store?
Husband: By the way, weren't they supposed to be here already?
Me: I'll check the tracking info for you...because I'm a nice person.
Husband: You are...