R. Scott Shanks, Jr. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mnarra) wrote,@ 2009-05-18 20:57:00 |
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| Entry tags: | domestic bliss, whimsy |
My Marriage Is A Goldmine Of Dialogue
Me: Let’s go to bed.
Shannon: Good plan. You kept me up way too late last night.
M: I kept you – you kept me.
S: How did I keep you up too late, Mr. Pokey-fingers? I was rolled over and going to sleep.
M: Well, yes. Obviously. You know what that does to me.
S: <stunned look>
M: I mean, I’m only human, and if you’re going to lie there and do nothing, quietly going to sleep, what do you expect is going to happen?
S: Are you ever aware of the noises that come out of your face? When your mouth is open, do your ears close, or do they just not process? I’m only asking because I’m curious.
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry
