Me: Frickity frackin' frick, that hurt!
Husband: What, what, what?!
Me: Bruno leaped off the couch and used my foot as a launching pad. His claws scratched my skin off.
Husband: Let me see ... what, this? Oh, big baby. I think you'll live, just a couple scratches ...
Me: Oh, really? Coming from Mr. "I'm Nauseous, Take Me to The ER Before I'm Dead."
(For a little background on that sassy little comment, click here)
Husband: Oh I see, making it personal ...
Me: I'm just sayin', you would have had your foot doused in Neosporin and wrapped in an ACE bandage by now if the tables were turned.
Husband: Ok, well - I see Resolution #1 is a big fail.
Me: How do you know about my resolutions?
Husband: Are you serious? You posted them on HooHas. And by the way, I've been waiting for #4 to kick in ...
Me: Don't read that, it's private!
Husband: You posted it on your website for the whole world to see and you're telling me it's private?
Me: Ok, fine! I'm sorry! It's just when you're telling me to stop being a baby about pain when we both know you're the ba ... one with the lower threshold - I just - I don't know - I get all crazy inside where sass seems to be the only cure.
Me: I'm working on it, I'm sorry.
Me: Can you bring me some Neosporin?