Boy am I glad I read this today. At present the bedroom door is locked shut and the waterworks have commenced. I told my wife that I thought this was one step away from the man stopping to nervously buy condoms on his way home, but instead of using the condoms for what we think he'll use them for, his daughter answers the door and he makes balloon animals with them. I didn't say that was exactly what it was like, i said it was close. Wife screams "Merv!" (merv the perv), door slam, waterworks.
What in the name of all that is good and holy
Yep. This was the third time this month the bedroom door slammed and crying commenced. The other two times:
We decided to watch the Godfather as we hadn't seen it all the way through in a while. So the movie starts and every time something happened or something dramatic was said in the movie my wife would whistle the famous notes of the Godfather theme. You know it. "I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse." Whistle. Horse head. Whistles. And so on. After about 15 times I didn't say anything I just stood up and walked out of the room. She follows me to the kitchen, asks me whats up. I tell her I can't watch the movie with the annoying whistling. Door slam. Waterworks. After she slammed the door I quietly whistled the godfather theme to myself.
The other time she tells me she wants to have music playing in her coffin when she dies so she "can listen to music forever." I ask her how will she hear it if she's dead? She says she doesn't know. Well, I say, your ears won't be working anymore. She says, I don't know that for sure. Then I start asking who will be changing the batteries in her walkman, who will flip the tape and so on. She didn't like the ribbing. Door slam. waterworks.