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.

Husband:  MmmHmm.

Me:  I'm working on it, I'm sorry.

Husband:  MmmHmm.

Me:  Can you bring me some Neosporin?