defining a snob

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!