Me: The light is too bright.
Hubby: I’m sick of your light sensitivity.
Me: I’ve been sick of it for decades.
The inside of our house:
He has a strange sense of humor. He’d probably rig this thing to spray out cat hair:
Well…at least he’s not this guy:
His favorite thing to say is:
DON’T HELP ME!
At first, I was hurt. Then when I saw all the talents he had (many include getting greasy) I said, “Yipee! More time to write!”
His second favorite thing to say is:
YOU NEVER LISTEN!
Did I mention I’m a writer?
Hubby: Tomorrow I’m going…
Me: I’ll have to change that paragragh where Roy is talking to…
Hubby: What do you think?
Me: About what?
Hubby: You never listen.
Me: I didn’t hear what you said. Hmmm… maybe Roy should shave in that scene…
Hubby: (yelling): Tomorrow I’m going to shave the dog. What do you think?
Me: It’s winter, not a good time to shave a dog.
Hubby: Bathe! I said Bathe!
Me: Yes, Roy, you should bathe.
Hubby: Who is Roy?
Sometimes, you just have to wonder about men.
But this is probably closer to the truth: