Why I Love My Wife
Oct. 31st, 2007 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drwexor, why we're perfectly suited for each other.
I come in the door this evening looking cranky.
Pygment: What's up?
Me: Oh, the latest saga from the joyous world of job hunting.
Pygment: What's that?
Me: I've got a headhunter annoyed at me because, apparently, I intimidated her secretary.
Pygment: SCORE! (arms raised in the victory position)
*we both bust up laughing*
Pygment: We're mean.
Me: Yes, we're bad people. I love you.
(There's a good chance this won't be as funny to anyone who isn't us and wasn't here, but if you are, it was.)
I come in the door this evening looking cranky.
Pygment: What's up?
Me: Oh, the latest saga from the joyous world of job hunting.
Pygment: What's that?
Me: I've got a headhunter annoyed at me because, apparently, I intimidated her secretary.
Pygment: SCORE! (arms raised in the victory position)
*we both bust up laughing*
Pygment: We're mean.
Me: Yes, we're bad people. I love you.
(There's a good chance this won't be as funny to anyone who isn't us and wasn't here, but if you are, it was.)
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Date: 2007-11-01 02:19 pm (UTC)I almost spewed my oatmeal on my monitor.
(now, do it again - "SCORE!")