I ran around the house feeling the weight of everything that had to be done before my deadline. Oh, have I mentioned how much I love deadlines? I make deadlines for deadlines, so don't mess with me and my calendar. As I hurriedly stuffed items into a bag, I conversed with JD while he sat in an adjacent room. I went on and on...and then said, I think I talk too much...
And here's where the story diverges.
Here's my version:
...and then said, I think I talk too much, and JD replied, You do.
Here's his version:
...and then said, I think I talk too much, and JD replied, You do?
Oh yes, Internet, my husband just played the Question Mark Game. The one where a guy insists he ended the sentence with a question mark--not a period--to get out of a sticky situation. By ending it with a question mark, he acted like he was shocked to hear such a thing. YOU? TALK TOO MUCH? NEVER!!
It hurt my feelings (to be honest, I think I was having an overly sensitive day...I cried at a Folgers commercial earlier that day), and he apologized. And then he said he didn't mind me talking so much because he was a great LISTENER. Riiiiiight.
Now it's time for another installment of Kisses and Disses...