My husband and I had a date afternoon yesterday, which we spent returning the asshole laptop to Best Buy (since it wouldn’t update and crashed) and going to Kohl’s to get a few things with some coupons I had. (I got $220 worth of stuff for $44!) The romance is alive! 😉
While we were looking at stuff in the women’s section, my husband decided to try to help me find something. He thinks he has good taste, and maybe he does, but his taste and my taste differ quite a bit.
“Hey, look at this–it’s a dress,” Sam said, pointing to what was indeed a dress.
“Oh, it’s a dress,” I said dryly.
“Yeah…it’s a dress…?” he asked questioningly while holding it out to me, wanting to know whether I wanted it.
I sighed. “It’s a dress!” He knows how I feel about dresses.
“But it’s a nice dress.”
“It’s still a dress.”
If there had been people nearby, I’m sure that little exchange would have gotten an odd look or two. Afterwards, I was amused with that conversation since we both said the same thing repeatedly, but our emphasis and inflection changed each time, making what we said mean something different.
I did not get that dress, in case you didn’t figure that out. I did get a Star Wars shirt with the Millennium Falcon on it, though. Sexy stuff, there.