The lady who owns the business next door to ours came over to give us a WELCOME / GOOD LUCK gift. It's a fish, y'all....a Japanese Betta. My husband is so excited with it. I have no freakin idea why....
Hubby: WOW! This is so cool!
Me: *YAWN* It's a fish.
Hubby: It's not JUST a fish! It's a Japanese FIGHTING FISH!
Me: Who's he gonna fight with?
Hubby: Nobody! But, he has to be kept in a bowl ALL by himself! If you put TWO betta fish in the same bowl, they will EAT EACH OTHER!
Me: Great. So what you're telling me is that our neighbor gave us a CANNIBAL fish. That's lame.
Hubby: It's cool!
Me: Whatever......And just so you know? I'm NEVER cleaning poopy fish water. Gross.
Hubby: That's fine.
Me: What are you going to name him?
Hubby: What do you think I should name him?
Me: George Clooney.
Hubby: I'm NOT naming him GEORGE CLOONEY.
Me: How about John F. Kennedy, Jr.?
Hubby: Please stop talking.
Me: FINE...WHATEVER. But remember something! Without a cool name, HE'S JUST SUSHI.*
*He will NEVER get the last word in. Just sayin...