Dad and mom are having a tiff because mom doesn't want dad to bring his recliner up to their bedroom because she'll "never see him again" but dad argues that mom doesn't ever want to watch tv with him anyway-because he wants to watch 24 or Law and Order-and then he just ends up sitting next to her on the new (aparently not as comfortable as his age-old recliner) couches while she does the head-bob act during Monk-which is followed by him getting frustrated-followed by him bringing the whole thing up again several times for the next few days.
Dad's bottom line: "I'm going to be REALLY upset if that recliner ends up in the basement. REALLY upset."
Mom's bottom line: "Nothing can be done to fix it. Everything about it is ugly. I'm not okay with that."
Sometimes I positively cannot wait to be married.
But apparently I don't know much about married life, because mom was giving me a little lesson tonight about boys:
(After I've said that I don't want to play a game, I just want to sit and talk.)"Games are a way to get boys to talk. They have to be doing something else for them to start talking-it doesn't work if you try to just get them to sit there."
What? No. Not possible. Really? I've got to play Bang every time I want a boy to talk to me for real?
So I promptly refuted with, "My husband is going to sit and talk to me. For hours and hours." Which was followed by every member of my family laughing at me. Not chuckling. Giggling at such a silly proposition-boys, talk? Not a chance!
You'd think I would have said I wanted my husband to have grown up in a box or something! (:D-I guess it'll be a while before I live that one down.)