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Originally Posted by Alex
I don't get angry at things for resisting me, but for their ability to turn invisible when I'm looking for them exactly where they are.
"Where's the TV remote"
"It's on the coffee table."
"No its not. I'm staring at the coffee table right now and I've torn the living room apart looking for it."
"It's on the coffee table."
"No it's not, why have you hidden the remote you whore of satan?!"
<stomp><stomp><stromp>"Here it asshole. Right on the coffee table under the blinking neon sign that says 'Hi, I'm the TV remote, please use me.'"
"Oh. You know I was kidding about that whore of satan thing, right?"
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HA!
That happened to me just last night.
I got a bit snippier than I needed to be.
The whole calling my husband Whore of Satan was a bit much, I suppose. But I'm relieved I wasn't the only one.
Must stop this.