Thursday, February 19, 2009

All I Do

"Stop playing the shooting game, that's all you do," I whine to the DNB. He is determined to dominate the Wii, and it's getting in the way of the time he could be out buying me Belated Valentine's Day cards.

"You keep taking up too much oxygen, that's all you do," he replies and snaps his fingers.

"That's all I do?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "Is that really the last thing you have to say on that subject?"

"No, that's not all you do" he says. "You also annoy me." He smirks triumphantly.

I stare hard at him.

"Baby, you're so earnest," he says, avoiding my gaze.

I run through a mental list: dishes, bathrooms, bills, endless fart-endurance. "Is there anything else I might do around here?"

He looks at the ceiling, thinking. "Watch TV?"

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