Just another incident in a long line that makes me wonder how the heck our species survives. (Please note: I am in love with my husband. Especially after he gave me sapphire and diamond earrings.)
Me: Are you hot?
Chris: Not particularly, but I have an icepack on my neck.
Me: I'm sweating
Chris: I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I don't know what to do for you.
Me: (Baffled stare of confusion, distaste and 'are you a moron?' all mixed together.)
Me: Really? You don't know what to do? Maybe turning down the thermostat would help. . .
Chris: Well, you could've just asked.
Me: (sigh. Decide giving myself a concussion beating my head against the wall just isn't worth it.)