Communication

One would think after 11 years of marriage, two people would be able to communicate with each other. Of course, that would be assuming that those two people are actually speaking plain English, and not some sort of code.

This evening, at dinner, my husband notices a tiny little mark on Cooper's nose and asks if I know what happened. As God is my witness, my husband cut me off as I was in the middle of saying, "He must have had a scratch and we couldn't see the scar until he got so tanned." Apparently, my love totally agreed with me, but clear as day, said, "No, he didn't!" If he had said it at the end of my sentence, then sure...we'd have a debate. But he didn't. He said it as I was speaking. I think I got as far as, "He must have". Then he proceeded to tell me for the next 1/2 hour that while he belted out, "No he didn't", clearly, what he meant was, "Oh, I think you're right."

Then, (I'm not kidding...I'm not exaggerating), as I'm on Facebook reviewing a Cheetos commercial:

the man is talking over the commerical to ask me if I've ever seen said commercial. Well, no darling. Hence, I'm watching it now. On and on he goes about the details of the commercial until I finally push pause to look him dead in the eye to say, "I'm trying to watch it now, sweetheart." Duh.

And to top it off, the d-u-m-b-a-s-s (I have to spell it because Jeff's parents don't cuss, and I'd hate for them to think badly of me) wanders over to the window and asks, "Where are we supposed to look for the meteor shower?"
The sky comes to mind, but let me check.

So there you have it, marital communication at its finest. At least I got a good laugh in. It may continue...the night's still young.