Literally Literary Burn

Husband: “I hate ‘That girl is on FIIIIIREEE’ song. I keep hearing it on the radio.”

Me: “Dude, obviously, you didn’t read my status when I mentioned I hated that song because my coworker had it on repeat. I hate that song.”

Husband: “No, No I didn’t.”

(Twenty minutes later, my husband and I are arguing about him stealing the blankets.)

Me: “And then you pushed the blankets under you and pulled all of them off me!”

Husband: “Whatever, Katniss!”

Me: “Katniss?”

Husband: “You know, because,” *singing* “…that girl is on FIII-YAH!”

Me: “Ooh, literary burn.”