Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
shadesong

I hate the smell of fish.

Adam: "Ah. I was hoping you'd stay downstairs a little longer so I could eat my salmon salad."
Me: "Uh-uh. I'm up here now. Eat something else."
Adam: "Uh-uh. Go edit your column."
Me: "Uh-uh. I need your help on that."
Adam: "Well, you go get started. I'm going to eat my salmon salad."
Me: "You don't love me." *pout*
Adam: "Because I'm not editing your column?"
Me: "Because you're eating stinky fish guts."
Adam: "Honey. I love you. And I love salmon. If you can't understand that, I think you may be having trouble with the whole poly thing."
Me: *sputters indignantly*
Adam: "I'm not asking that you get along, mind you."
Me: "But-"
Adam: "You're esophagus-blocking."
Me: "What?!?"
Adam: "You are blocking the salmon from my esophagus."
Me: "You suck."
Adam: "This is why you married me, you know."
Me: "Nuh-UH."
Adam: "Go edit your column."
Me: *stomp* *stomp*

And that is why I am downstairs right now.

Not that it matters, because the entire upstairs is going to reek of salmon all night and half of tomorrow now.

*glares through ceiling*
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