He Means Or Medians Every Word Of It
(My boyfriend tries to compliment me.)
Boyfriend: “You’re not one in a million, you’re one in a billion!” *pauses* “Which means there’s about seven of you!”
(My boyfriend tries to compliment me.)
Boyfriend: “You’re not one in a million, you’re one in a billion!” *pauses* “Which means there’s about seven of you!”
(My boyfriend is a peanut butter fanatic.)
Boyfriend: “Wouldn’t it be great if boobs could dispense peanut butter?”
Me: “No, that is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard…”
(A week later…)
Boyfriend: “So, I was thinking about that whole boob thing. I want one boob to dispense peanut butter, and the other boob to dispense chocolate. That would be amazing.”
Me: “What the f***? Why don’t you go eat a Reeses?”
Me: “Come on, honey; you’re old enough to help with chores now. Why don’t you sweep the living room?”
My Six-Year-Old: “But Mommy, you don’t understand! You like doing chores; I don’t!”
(I’m chatting with my friend online, after we have both just finished watching and discussing the new ‘Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D’, when I decide to change the subject.)
Me: “Did I tell you about the super cute guy I met?”
Friend: “No, but I’m sure he’s not Asgardian.”
Me: “I would hope not; I’d much prefer a cyborg. I might try to take him apart though. I think that would probably put a damper in the relationship.”
Friend: “Just maybe.”
Me: “Only if I don’t figure out how to put him back together after.”
Friend: “We’re joking about dissecting a guy you just met, by the way.”
Me: “Not dissecting, disassembling!”
Friend: “Because that’s better?”
Me: “It is! Much less gooey.”
(My two-year-old brother has learned how to ride his bike without training wheels. He is riding around naked and falls, hurting his groin. He runs in the house.)
Brother: “Mommy! Mommy! I hurt my pee-pee! Kiss it, Mommy!”
Mom: “I’m not kissing that, Son.”
(Years later, I now tell this story to all of his girlfriends!)