He keeps raining on my parade with his practicality
September 25, 2006
Me: You have the crow bar out, why don’t you just tear up this horrible floor that I have despised with fury of a thousand suns ever since we bought the huse?
Him: I’d love to, but we don’t have a new floor yet.
Him: Didn’t the tile take like 4 weeks to come the last time we had to order tile?
Me: (heavy sigh) Yes.
Him: So, maybe we should wait.
Me: Hey I know! Why don’t you tear out all those cabinets over there on that wall.
Him: Where would we put our stuff?
Me: (heavy sigh) I don’t know, the attic?
Him: Yeah, I am thinking that might not be convenient.
Me: Hey, well why don’t you tear out the world’s smallest oven? Please? Can we just get rid of it? And while you are at it just tear out it’s gas twin over there.
Him: And you will cook how?
Me: It’s not a big deal, I hate cooking anyway.
Him: Yes, but the children are rather fond of eating.
Me: Perhaps we could break our long standing rule about Lunchables oh or maybe become raw foodists?
Him: Yeah, I don’t think so.
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