Watching Numb3rs (season 3, off of Netflix) with my husband TJ last Friday night, and Larry compares Megan to the complexities of the Nebula 57. I look over at TJ…
ME: Why don't you compare me to the Nebula 57?
TJ: Because I don't know what the Nebula 57 is. Should I compare thee to a summer day?
ME: Muggy? Overheated? Sneezy from all the allergies?
TJ: How about pie?
ME: Oh great, now I’m cheesy on the outside? [reference to Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog] I'm just saying you've never compare me to anything.
TJ: I've compared you to an Ent Wife.
ME: Oh, that's flattering. You said my fastest pace is a mosey, and I grow roots.
TJ: *just grins*
We've been together 13+ years, plus 6 years of friendship before that. We haven't changed much in all that time. Still best friends.
He still threatens me with ice cubes when I get too snarky, and I threaten him with sleeping on the couch.