Arguments With My Husband: Part 37
Yesterday, while we were out running errands, Jimmy and I were talking about our relationship. I was musing, as I frequently do, on how extremely lucky I am to have a husband that not only puts up with my nonsense, but will occasionally be a willing participant. Meaning, of course, he doesn't mind when I tell him, "Go away sweetie. I have Ajah reports to read and comment on." I believe I said something about it taking a special kind of man to be married to the living embodiment of the White Tower.
Jimmy: You're not really the Amyrlin, you know.
Me: Yes, I am.
Jimmy: No, you aren't. You can't even channel!
Me: Neither could the Amyrlin in the video game.
Jimmy: That's not canon!
Me: Ever wonder why your back itches all the time? It's because you're a channeler too and you're feeling me channel. I'm channeling all the fucking time and you just think it's dry skin.
Jimmy: ...
Me: ...
Jimmy: Shit.
Me: I win again, Lews Therrin.
Jimmy: You're not really the Amyrlin, you know.
Me: Yes, I am.
Jimmy: No, you aren't. You can't even channel!
Me: Neither could the Amyrlin in the video game.
Jimmy: That's not canon!
Me: Ever wonder why your back itches all the time? It's because you're a channeler too and you're feeling me channel. I'm channeling all the fucking time and you just think it's dry skin.
Jimmy: ...
Me: ...
Jimmy: Shit.
Me: I win again, Lews Therrin.