James and I are watching the 1989 Batman. (He called me from Best Buy a few weeks ago to tell me the four movies in that sequence were on sale for $10 and should he get it. I said "sure, if nothing else we can get drunk and make fun of Batman and Robin.") When the Joker destroyed his second tv, I wondered aloud if he had a new one delivered every ( Read more... )

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I have to buy my husband a Snuggie.*

*Technically, I don't HAVE to, but my mom gave me a fluffy new robe for Christmas and this may be the only way I can get it back. I am somewhat comforted by the fact that I know I am not the only LJer this has happened to. I won't out anybody but you know who you are and I'm thinking of you. 

James walks in, I'm watching the ballgame, I tell him the score.

James: I know, I was listening on the radio in the car.

Me: *double-take*

James (glancing at the tv): I thought Orlando was out of timeouts.

Me: *triple-take*

Me: Wanna watch Law and Order: Criminal Intent?
James: Sure. Maybe it'll be a new one and you'll get interested in it again and start watching it. [Unspoken: Instead of those moronic VH1 reality shows.]
Me: The problem is I don't know when it's on.
James: Um, it's always on.

So James and I are discussing how my butt looks in a pair of his pants that I stole borrowed.

Me: I hate to be the one to tell you this, honey, but... I'm not really a hoochie mama.
James: I don't even know what that word means.

So James called me on his break at work a few minutes ago. He asked if I was checking out any of the new fall shows, and I tried to explain why I'm reluctant to get hooked on anything new since we don't have a TiVo ( Read more... )

We're about to go grab some Chik-Fil-A. James is half dressed.

Me: You need to put on some pants. No pants, no service.
James: No, no pants, no food. You can definitely get service without pants.

James and I are sitting here together on the couch, he's rubbing my leg... and we're IMing each other in Google.

I love this man.

Me: Who are you for?
James: Huh?
Me: In the NBA playoffs. Who are you for?
James: Phoenix.
Me: Is that just because you think I'll get mad at you if you don't root for them?
James: No... you'll KILL me.