Sean has a late conference call tonight so he came home early. Here's kinda how our short time together went:
Me: "So Sean, this water bottle you put in the sink, do you want me to put it in the dishwasher, are you going to hand wash it...."
Sean: "I was going to hand wash it."
Me: "But there hasn't been time in the past 2 days to do that?"
Soon after this we sat down to dinner.
Sean: "I'm thinking we need to paint down here."
Me: (I've been waiting 3 years for this) "So we need to paint these three walls but not that one."
Sean: "Why not that one?"
Me: "Because it leads right into the office - there's no break. You'd have to paint all the way into there."
Sean: "No, you can just paint a line down where the entrance way ends and the office starts."
Me: "Just a line down the wall?"
Sean: "Not a straight line? Just like a stop line?"
Sean: "Hey Pete, guess which baseball team is in the playoffs?"
Me: "The Skankees." (Sean's favorite team - gag)
Sean: "Hey Pete, guess who they beat? The Red Sox!" (My favorite team)
Me: "Are you seriously starting this right now? We are talking about the walls."
Sean: "Well, what color were you thinking?"
Me: "A light tan that goes into the kitchen, replacing all that horrible wallpaper, and a tan and white glass back splash. Then we can get a chocolate brown slipcover for the couch, blue and white pillows, and blue and white curtains."
Sean: "Tan? Really?"
Me: "A very light tan."
Sean: "All the way into the kitchen? You don't want to do the kitchen in a different color?"
Me: "Well, what were you thinking?"
Sean: "I don't know, maybe butter cream?"
Me: "Yellow?!?! No. Next."
Sean: "Mossy green?"
Me: "No. Next."
Sean: "You can decide whatever color you want, you know."
Me: "Oh, believe me, I know."
Sean: "Do you need a costume change?"
The water bottle is still in the sink, by the way. I'm not washing it.