Angel's Conversations

Real conversations that happen in my house. Why? Because I'm hopped up on cough medicine and feeling like sharing. *evil laughter*

Hubby: Wanna watch Warehouse 13?
Angel: Yeah, can you put it on pause, I need to poo.
*Hubby cracks up*
Angel: What?
Hubby: I love you.
Angel: Well that's just weird.

Angel: Ever since hubby started working with autistic people and learning tactics to deal with them he's become a lot harder to annoy.
Friend: What does he do?
Angel: Mostly it just seems to be a lot easier for him to ignore me.
Friend: Aw, but he loves you.
Angel: Yeah, like you love a chihuahua.
Other friend: That is a surprisingly apt description.
Friend: How do you love a chihuahua?
Angel: You feed it, you pet it, you play with it and you do your damnedest not to kill it.

Hubby: Mmmm arugula... I love you arugula....
Angel: Hey! You're supposed to love me!
Hubby: I do. I love you both.
Angel: Unacceptable. I'm leaving you and beginning a love affair with... hot dogs.
Hubby: Why am I not surprised.

Angel: DID YOU EAT ALL THE HOT DOG OUT OF MY BAKED BEANS?
*silence*
Angel: I HATE YOU!
Hubby: You're sick, calm down.
Angel: It's fine. Whatever. I have one more.
Hubby: You're going to end up hurting yourself.
Angel: Hot dog.
Hubby: This is so much more fun then when you're drunk.