A conversation Brian and I had this morning had me in tears I was laughing so hard. I had every intention of getting on the train and typing it in my phone so that I didn’t forget it. And then I got on the train and got all chatty…and boom. It was lost.
So when I went to write the post at lunch, I was all, SHIT! I forgot what we were laughing about. Or rather, what I was laughing about. Luckily, when you have a boyfriend as cool as mine, he’ll text you a little reminder. And then you win at life.
Brian: What do you want for your birthday?
Me (thinking): I hate this question
Me (talking): I don’t know. World peace.
Brian: Okay. I will give you world peace. Two whole seconds of it.
Me: That’s impossible. The whole world is never asleep for the same two seconds.
Brian: No one has to be asleep. I will give you two seconds of world peace. You don’t have to trust me.
Me: You’re not going to give me world peace.
Brian: Yes I am. I’ll give you two seconds of world peace. It’ll be good. You’ll love it.
Me: It’s not even possible. Something bad happens in every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of…
Brian: No. I’ll give you two seconds.
Me: I don’t believe you.
Brian: You’ll get two seconds of peace. I swear. And I will tell you ahead of time so that it’s an actual prediction, but it’s up to you to confirm it. But you will probably punch me in the shoulder during that time out of spite like a typical human.
Me: I don’t have to punch you in the arm. It’s not going to be two seconds of world peace.
Brian: You’re going to punch me in the arm in those two seconds aren’t you?
Me: Yes.
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You are too funny :o), still laughing.
He’s so much funnier than me it’s ridiculous. And smarter. I think that’s why I keep him around. He makes this blog a better place to be.
Husband punches show affection. I swear I don’t abuse my husband; he just doesn’t understand I’m telling him I love him.
That got worse and worse. I swear I don’t abuse my husband.
LOL! I believe you. I do. (But I’m still laughing, which is bad, because I’m trying to be quieter at work.)
I only punch dad when he says something annoying. Which is often but the punching is only occasionaly. He’s very boney and tall…so it’s hard to get him.
So Punkin, whaddya want for your birthday?
Poor Daddy.
Grrrr.
Hee, hee. You could have freaked him out for sure and told him “I want you to transform into Prince William, Duke of Cambridge just for an hour.” Then again, Kate Middleton might not appreciate your birthday wish 😉
Lol. I used to have the BIGGEST CRUSH on him. I had a Prince William poster in my room.
Something clever to say? Whenever I need something along those lines, I end up screaming, “The souls of the innocent!” which for some strange reason my family has decided translates to “chocolate”.
Lol! Everything should translate to chocolate. Then maybe there would be world peace.
That’s what I want, too. Cheese in my dessert.
And world peace.
🙂
I don’t think it’s so much to ask…
One time I told my husband that I’d really like to have a penis for a day so that I could totally stand up and pee. I told him that they have these contraptions you can buy so you can try it out and he just rolled his eyes at me. So, yeah… ask for that and let me know how it goes.
Bwahahahahahaha. Remind me to tell you a related (and slightly inappropriate) tale.
I can never think of anything cool to ask for my birthday. I always have a book I want though, which makes me pretty easy to shop for.
I just feel weird asking for presents when I can buy myself what I want, ya know?