Sometimes My Life Reads Exactly Like a Webcomic.
This exchange happened while Sargon and I were walking in the frigid midnight cold.
Me: Jesus Christ.
Sargon: What?
Me: I'm starving. And I'm freezing my ass off. And I'm starving. And I'm tired. And I'm fucking starving.
Sargon: Me, too.
Me: (Long, long stretch of wordless uphill trudging.)
Sargon: Ah, the silent camaraderie of suffering shared.
Me: Fuck camaraderie. I'm going to eat you!
The moral, apparently, is that when you've been married for ten-plus years, you move up on the chain of dialogue writers.
Me: Jesus Christ.
Sargon: What?
Me: I'm starving. And I'm freezing my ass off. And I'm starving. And I'm tired. And I'm fucking starving.
Sargon: Me, too.
Me: (Long, long stretch of wordless uphill trudging.)
Sargon: Ah, the silent camaraderie of suffering shared.
Me: Fuck camaraderie. I'm going to eat you!
The moral, apparently, is that when you've been married for ten-plus years, you move up on the chain of dialogue writers.