Join Me in Snarkville

Today, my fair reader, is my EIGHTH anniversary. Yep, Prince and I have endured living under the same roof for 8 full years now.

So, I buy him this VERY sweet card. It was cavity inducing.

Then this conversation ensues:

Me: Happy 8th. I’m SO happy that we are past our 7th year.

Him: Why?

Me: 7 was a hard year. It was the closest I’ve ever gotten to feeding you rat poison.

Him: Oh how sweet, you were thinking of poisoning me?

Me: Well, only a little and only for short periods of time.  It isn’t like I planned it and purchased rat poison or anything.  YET. (I say with that warning face.)

Him: Could you get me a cup of coffee, without the rat poison, please.

In case you were wondering, there is no amount of explaining that you were NOT planning on poisoning your husband — but making a joke.

(And in case anyone was curious, we don’t OWN any rat poison. Nope, none.  Yes, I checked.)