The Odd Couple.

I sometimes think that my dear, sweet, devoted, loving, caring and nurturing hubby has - well - control issues.

Saturday night we are sitting patiently in the darkened movie theater for "Clerks 2".  Adjusting the center arm so that maximum snuggles are achieved I grab my cherry icee and start to stir the contents to better situate the juice. 

"Uh - what're you doing?"  Harry stiffens.

"I'm, uh - what?"  I wonder if I've accidentally racked him while snuggling.  It's one of the hazzards of dating an accident-prone woman.  He should really invest in a good cup.

"Why're you stirring it?"  He points to my icee with his free hand. 

"I -"  Stopping I sit up and turn to face him.  "I think I know how to eat an icee, thank you very much."

He burst out laughing and tried to grab it from me to prevent any more ill-timed stirrage.  "No! You don't!  You don't know how to eat an icee!  You can't stir it before the juice is all gone from the bottom!"

I continue to stir in slow, torturing circles.

"You're doing it wrong!" he yells in fits of laughter.

"Yup."  I say and place my lips on the straw.  "And it tastes sooooo good!"

I didn't give him too much hell for it - after all - I did get the cutest Tiffany's trinket from him (that's my neck in the picture above!).

However, I don't know if I'm going to be able to resist doing things "wrong" on purpose just to mess with his over-calculating brain.  Like eating a pizza backwards, or stapling on the right hand corner, or parting my hair on the wrong side, or even - just for giggles - switch the sides of his entertain tower and put the games on the right side and the television seasons on the other! OH! What hilarity would ensue!  ahahahha

 

:)