GrumpyFrump: OhmyGOD, your feet smell horrific!
FarmBoy: I don't love you anymore. In fact, I never loved you. Our marriage is a farce.
GF: Shut up. Nobody likes you.
FB: And then there's you who wants to lose 800 lbs...
GF: So you're saying I'm 800 lbs overweight?!?!? Maybe you should brush your teeth more often so your breath doesn't smell like rotten broccoli when you roll over and breathe in my face at night.
FB: You're stupid.
GF: No, YOU'RE stupid.
Can you feel the love (and also the incredible wit and intelligence)? Our 4th anniversary is in January, and I tell you... it doesn't get any better than this. Marriage is BLISS.
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Awww...you guys are funny. (And I do feel the love.)
Gosh, you guys are much more creative than we are.
My honey just tells me he only keeps me around because he doesn't want to learn how to balance his checkbook, and I tell him he's lucky he's cute from the eyebrows up or I'd never put up with him. And if he isn't nicer to me, he may wake up one morning with only one of those eyebrows left, then he's in big trouble....
Marriage like that is bliss! Sure can feel the luuuvvv! :-)
maybe you need to fall back on the old classic "takes one to know one!" and "I know you are, I said you are, so what am i?" (x infinity). And if all else fails just tell him you "won't invite him to your party!"
Ahhhh, Primary School, how you taught me the finer points of conversation.
All witty riposte is to be said in the requisite whiny voice of an eight year old.
othur-me: well, consider this... since I tend to keep this blog somewhat 'clean,' I purposefully omitted any of the really yucky conversations(and truths).
lizgwiz: we might be funny, but we do elicit some strange looks from people who hear us sometimes. ;-)
sparkling: sometimes I tell him I only married him so someone could reach the high cabinets... and he says he only married me to have someone who would kill the scary spiders!
stinkypaw: or maybe the childishness? immaturity? haha
wire: oh, yes, we do that as well. And there's always the old stand-by when all else fails: mimicry. He does that often.
Sounds like the comversations I have with my husband, only we usually end by calling eachother names that get progressively worse. I always lose because he's a real potty mouth but then I just throw something at his head.
Aren't you the picture of perfect joy? So cute!
goldennib: well, I did edit for "safe blogging" and all that... ;-)
ludi: and YOU are the picture of PURPLE! I love it!
Awww... what a sweet exchange.
[single teardrop]
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