Conjugal Junction, What's Your Dysfunction?
It's a strange and wonderful relationship Mel-chan & I share. It's a relationship based on nurturing and understanding. Like how yesterday, I blatantly lied to Mel, leading her to believe we were merely going out for banale coffee, only to pull up to a local Renaissance Festival instead. And upon realising the extent of my surprise for her (I believe Mel realized something was up as we turned onto the street where the festival parking lot was and first saw the sign "Waterloo Renaissance Festival"), Mel uttered those five amazing words every man wants to hear: "You are such an ass."
To further prove my point, consider tonight, where Mel threatened to bash me over the head with a plastic bottle frozen full of ice.Whereupon I took said bottle and dribbled water down her back. Whereupon Mel smacked me across the back of the head with a dinner roll. Four times. Not once, not twice, not even a third time for a charm. No, four times, with that last one being done just for good measure.
It must be love. As far as I know, there's no actual name for the psychoses we share together, so it has to be love. If not by default, then until a disorder/dysfunction is named after us.
Today's Lesson: while being hit four times across the back of the head with a dinner roll doesn't exactly hurt, it sure sounds like you're taking quite the beating.
posted by Phillip at 8:11 PM
