You guys are probably all "oh, isn't the husband so sweet. wow he's so nice to that psycho. if I were married to her, I'd push her out the window. Seriously he is soooo nice."
DO NOT BE FOOLED!
The husband appears to be nice, but he's not.
Last night the husband and I were doing a puzzle. (SHHH! Don't tell anyone or the boys at the sandbox will beat him up.)
While we puzzled, we talked, because duh.
Me (sharing my): hopes, dreams, goals, fears, insecurities, plans, ambitions
The husband: It is nothing but non-stop noise with you!
See what I'm talking about? Soooo mean. What a weiner.
That is how the conversation went in my head. There is a very good possibility the conversation actually went something like this:
Me: BEEP BEEP! EEE OOO! EEE OOO! AAAHHH!! OHHH!! AWWW!! RUNNING JUST AS FAST AS WE CAN! HOLDING ON TO ONE ANOTHER'S HAND. TRYING TO GET AWAY INTO THE NIGHT. YEEAAA!!! SIREN NOISE! FOG HORN NOISE! ERRRRR! GRRRR! OOOOHHH! AND THEN YOU PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME AND WE TUMBLE TO THE GROUND AND THEN WE SAY! AAAA! FOUND A PIECE. YEEEEAAAAeeeeaaaEEEEAAA!!
The husband (with a look that I would imagine one would posses if one were having an ice pick drilled into his forehead, right between the eyes): It's nothing but non-stop noise with you.