Me: I’ve got chocolate on my pants.
Austin: It’s fine. I’m sure it will wash out.
Me: Chocolate belongs in my mouth, not on my pants.
Me: I’ve got chocolate on my pants.
Austin: It’s fine. I’m sure it will wash out.
Me: Chocolate belongs in my mouth, not on my pants.
Austin: This bridge smells good. Is that weird to say? This bridge has wood for me.
Austin couldn’t get the grill to work.
Austin: I’m going to try again and make sure I’m not having a blond moment. After 12 years of marriage, I’m used to feeling stupid.
Me: Then I’ve done my job.
The cabin was making noise.
Me: It’s haunted.
Austin: It’s probably the wood adjusting to the temperature change.
Me: Yeah, that’s more realistic than a teenager getting drunk and drowning in the hot tub, then becoming a ghost obsessed with s’mores.
Me: I’m glad I brought a roll of Charmin. At first, I was using theirs, but the off-brand toilet paper really chafes after a use or two.
Austin: Their toilet paper is crap.
Me: I can’t wait to get to the cabin. I’m going to stuff my face with all the stuff we bought from Alfonzo’s.
Austin: I can’t wait to turn on Murder, She Wrote.
Austin: Both lamps in the living room are getting old. The black one needs pliers to turn it on and off and the switch on the other one doesn’t work anymore.
Me, placing a hand on Austin’s back: I like to use things till they die.
Austin: I don’t like the ominous way you said that.
Me: People who think you can make a proper s’more in a microwave should be dragged out into the street and shot.
Austin: I think you just want an excuse to drag people out into the street and shoot them.
Austin: Oh no! This pita has mold on it!
Me: I imagine it’s like anything; it gets old.
Austin: You don’t have mold on you.
I fell on the ice.
Me: My knee is pink and swollen.
Austin: My belly is pink and swollen.
Austin: Have I told you how lucky I am to have you and how happy you’ve made me lately?
Me: Not lately. You did threaten to kill me and dump my body in a ditch last night.
Austin: That’s my love language and you know it.
We’ve got a major weather advisory for our area.
Austin, as we’re driving home: I’m worried about driving to and from DnD tomorrow night. But then, I’ve driven in worse.
Me: Yeah, but now you’re over forty.
Austin: Don’t make me pull this car over. It’s after dark. No one will find your body for days.
Me: Wow, that is one fat cardinal.
Austin: It’s winter. It needs the extra weight to keep it warm. Besides, the camera adds 10 pounds. When you figure how much a cardinal weighs, that 10 pounds adds a lot.
Me: I’m bored and restless. I’m not sure what I’m going to do today.
Austin: I’ve got delicates that need washed. And you could also wash the dishes.