Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
My man has a problem with hypothetical questions. I think many men do. Its like God has turned off the "What if.." switch in men's brains. Which is just fine with me because I don't think it would be fun to have another person in the house come up with crazy scenarios all the time. But it sure would be nice if he answers my hypotheticals..:)
One of our first fights was -- believe it or not -- about Angelina Jolie. I was browsing "People" magazine at a supermarket checkout line.
"Angelina Jolie seems to have such a fun life with lots of travel! How cool is that. Would you like to be Angelina Jolie?"
S gave me a blank stare.
"What? What would you do if you were Angelina Jolie?"
"But I am not Jolie."
"Yeah, I know. But imagine: what if you could live Angelina Jolie's life for one day. What would you do?"
S decided to be mulishly stubborn.
"But I am not Angelina Jolie. I don't want to be."
"Ack. Just imagine you are..I know you're not."
"I can't imagine something like this."
"What do you mean 'why'? Can you imagine being someone else -- like maybe Gandhi?"
"No. I am S. I don't want to be anyone else. I can't imagine being anyone else."
Okay. I thought that was a very conceited answer. So you can imagine the conversation went south after that point. I accused him of being unimaginative and he told me I was crazy. This was 4 years ago.
Yesterday, we were watching "Monsters Vs. Aliens" featuring a 50 ft woman called "Gynormica". Her boyfriend dumps her because she becomes a 50 ft freak. So I turned to Sujan and said,
"Will you dump me if I become 50 ft tall?"
"I refuse to answer that question."
"Why? Its a simple question. All you have to do say is 'No, honey, I'll never, ever dump you'."
"I refuse to answer that question because its improbably stupid and its not funny."
"But why? What if I get hit by a meteorite tomorrow and become radioactive or something?"
Why do I even try? Grrr. Ack. Thbbbtt.