Me (to husband): you have 91 years left on our marriage contract. You gotta live until … 3001!
Husband: … rolls over to face me in bed
Me (laughing hysterically): Sorry, sorry. Word vomit. I meant 2102. Not that you had to live 990 years.
Husband: Really?
Me: 890! Fuck don’t ask me to do math at night!
— In bed with husband
Posted April 19, 2011 at 1:58pm
