First it was the tic-tac-toe argument. Then the tshirts. And now I’m afraid I may have married a snob.
(SETTING: Dinnertime. While waiting for
mommy the waitress to serve dinner)
Me to Will: That’s cat. No one won that round. Let’s play again.
Mike: What’s cat?
Me: It’s when you tie in tic-tac-toe.
Mike: No it’s not!
Me: Yes it is! Haven’t you ever played tic-tac-toe?
Mike: No. We were more of a chess family.
WELL EXCUSE ME FANCY PANTS! Surprised you didn’t add “and I’ve never lost a game of tic-tac-toe!”
Then a few days later, after the movin’ on up house was purchased, he almost made me pee my pants:
Mike: Wow! I can’t believe we got that house.
Me: I know. I’m super excited too!
Mike: I’ll have to get rid of all of my tshirts.
If you have a husband, a live-in, a boy of any kind (except the fashionably gay variety) you know exactly why he said this. Every tshirt he owns is more than 4 years old and the thread “quality” may not be in the same shape it once was.
I got no problem with the new tshirts! I believe someone has been
demanding recommending you do this for a few years now, but the moment you start wearing pastel polos, collar up, boat shoes and some madras shorts we are gonna need to talk MR HIGH & MIGHTY FANCY PANTS! (Go ahead picture it…….you’re welcome)
Now go draw yourself some tic-tac-toe boards. I got something to teach you!