Why I Love My Husband

He totally gets me:

Back when we had that week of 100 degree weather, I was feeling lacking in the physical activity department (when I don’t move around enough, my back gets all screwed up). Normally I do yoga  but I hadn’t been feeling it that week, and it was way too hot outside to do zombie running.

I complained to my husband.

So Chris made a suggestion:

Chris: “Wanna learn to sword fight?”

Me: “Um, no. Do you not remember? You tried to teach me fencing before, and it was basically just us doing lunges for half an hour.  My legs hurt for like a week and I can’t imagine why you thought I would enjoy it.”

Chris (with probably more sarcasm that was needed): “True.  I should have known better.”

Me:[Pointed look that clearly stated that he was being unhelpful.]

Chris: “So let’s do fake sword fighting – like stage combat.”

Me: “Fake sword fighting… so it would look cool, but I wouldn’t have to do any actual work or learn anything?”

Chris: “Well, you have to learn a few things, but basically.”

Me: “But it’ll look cool.”

Chris: “Yep.”

Me: “And there are no lunges.”

Chris: “Nope.”

Me: “Well, why didn’t we do that in the first place??  I mean, it’s not like I’m going to be fighting off the invading horde or anything, I don’t need to know how to use an actual weapon. I just want to look awesome.  And lunges suck.”

And so now we do fake sword fights in our upstairs living room.

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