Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Actual Conversation...

I stand behind my husband, taking perfect aim at his gigantic egg head. The hearty *thwock* of the orange hitting his cranium immediately makes me giggle and do the happy dance.

He turns to me, eyes wide.

"What WAS that?" he asks, rubbing his head.

I point to the orange now rolling around on the floor. Lily picks it up and hurls it at the dog. She giggles.

He looks at me like I am crazy.

"Dude, I've told you a hundred times! Use the RIPE fruit. The unripe ones hurt too much!!!!" then he goes back to doing dishes.

Duly noted, husband. Duly noted.