Hubby and I were having a “discussion” last night that got a little heated and ended with me having a mild concussion.
It started with us discussing my ongoing campaign to get a puppy.
Hubby: We’re not ready for a puppy.
Me: We’re totally ready for Hello!
Hubby: What’s Hello?
Me: Our puppy.
Hubby: We’re not calling the puppy Hello.
Me: Think about it! When ever he’s running around and we want him to come back we just yell “HELLO” “HEY HELLO” “HELLO, HELLO, HELLO”! People will think we’re really friendly.
Hubby: Ya, we’re not calling the puppy Hello. How about Skippy?
Hubby: or Jiffy
Hubby: okay, how about Tom’s Original.
Me: … We’re not naming our puppy after brands of peanut butter!!
Hubby: Why not, it’s not as bad as Hello?… I’m hungry, do you want a PB&J?
Me: GOD! You’re not even taking this seriously!!
Hubby: Ha, cause Hello was so serious.
Me: You’re impossible, I’m not talking to you anymore!
I then got up, stomped to the bedroom, and slammed the door behind me… or at least I tried. I had forgotten the pull up bar was still attached to the frame of the door. The door bounced off the bar and swung back open… right into my face.
I lay on my bedroom floor staring up at the ceiling fan and that stupid pull up bar.
Hubby: … you okay…
Me: … ya…
Hubby: okay… HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Me: I hate you.
Hubby: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA