The following are snippets of recent conversations between my boyfriend and me:
(Brass Monkey by The Beastie Boys blares from the speaker)
Me: Cosmo LOVES this song.
Chris: It really gets him out on the dance floor.
Me: Awww, look his eyes are closed now. He’s embarrassed.
Chris: I think he’s more of a Run DMC fan, anyway.
Me: I love the new microphone.
Chris: It’s kind of phallic-looking.
Me: I know. I don’t know that I want it so close to my face.
Me: Great. I get to go to the dentist on Friday, the 13th.
Chris: I know, but by the end of the day, you’ll have gotten through the dentist ON Friday the 13th.
Me: I think that means I have some kind of super power, right?
Chris: I think so.
Me: Nigel is such a British name. I don’t think there’s anyone over there NOT named Nigel.
Me: I mean I don’t think there’s anyone named Nigel that’s NOT British.
Chris: I knew what you meant.
Chris: Or Australian or from New Zealand (note: he’s from NZ)
Chris: Another popular name in NZ is Hamish.
Me: Now that’s an unfortunate name.
Me (at 9PM last night): I’m so tired.
Chris: Do you want to finish up your taxes?
Me: NO. My brain can’t even function right now.
Chris: Do you want to set up the new microphone?