Supa and I had just gotten back from kickboxing, and Companion was clomping around the house, gathering up his things for work.
“Oooh,” I said, “will you take back this DVD on your way?” I waggled the yellow box at him.
“I thought you would do it,” he said.
“Aren’t you going right by there on your way to work?” I said.
“Wellll, yes, but I’ll have to cross the street, and I thought you would have time to do it today, and….”
“Cross the street! I guess that’s pretty hard to do,” I said. He sighed and took the DVD out of my hand.
“I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,” he replied, as he set off downstairs to get his bike.
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later,” I called after him. “I’ll be here taking care of your kid and making you dinner and then having sex with you later! So thanks for going all the way out of your way!”
I heard a groan from the basement.
“Hee hee,” I said.
“Burn!” said Supa, from the couch.
That’s awesome. I have a stupid cheesy girl-power smirk on my face now… nice.
More like asshole power. He and I take turns poking each other, though.
I love it. That’s how we are too. Grumbling and all that stuff. It’s so much fun to piss each other off then argue about weather or not we were REALLY joking.
I think you can get inconsiderate and aggressive or considerate and passive aggressive. It’s pretty obvious which one is preferable. Why more women don’t figure this out, I’ll never know.**
**Note: This comment is a gross exaggeration that has only the slightest grain of truth to it.