Hubby: What’s up?
Me: A butterfly got in the house and CIA Cat is trying to eat it!
Hubby: You let her eat the moths that get in.
Me: That’s different.
Hubby: How? They have the exact same body make-up.
Me: Butterfly’s are pretty and nice and moths are… well they’re just not.
Hubby: HA! You’re still pissed that The Mothman Prophecies made you cry.
Me: Shut Up! That was an F’d up movie! OH honey she almost got it that time, Help Me!
Hubby: *sigh* fine. Here stupid bug, come here stupid bug… AAHH! It’s on me!!!
Me: Stop freaking, it’s a butterfly not a bee. Ok I covered it with my hands, now lets carefully walk to the deck door. We move together on three.
Hubby: Ok, but I’m leading.
Me: SHIT! Owey Owey!!
Me: CIA Cat is biting my toes!
Hubby: See this is why I tell you you should always wear shoes, even when you’re inside.
Me: Really!? You’re really gonna start on this now?! AAHHH Just walk faster! No! No! Bad Kitty!!
Hubby: Be authoritative!
Me: Stop it Kitty! Respect my authority!!
Hubby: Oh ya, that’s gonna work.
Me: Open the screen! Open Open Open!!
Hubby: There. Fly away butterfly, probably right into the grill of an Escalade, stupid bug. AHHHH, it dived bombed me! Did you freaking see that!?!
Me: Well you did call it stupid and a bug, ya kinda had it coming.
Hubby: Next time CIA Cat, it’s all yours.