Husband

So this weekend we were enjoying some family time in front of the TV, watching The Pregnancy Pact - a Lifetime movie that I DVRed that none of you should watch, ever, because it is beyond stupid, when we started discussing the fact that I blog and that I have many Internet friends that I prefer to him and he was like "You still do that?"  And I was mortally offended, obviously, and he said that he wanted to read it.  So I let him.

OMG, this is what happened.

So I am sitting in front of him (like, two inches away, so as to inspect every facial expression and nuance, etc.) waiting for his laughter, tears, and the renewed realization that I am actually the woman of his dreams...

Crickets...

Crickets...

And more crickets....

Finally, he says "I went to a real Ivy.  Why did you put it in quotation marks?"

So then I punched him in the face, moved Bink and I out, and now we're roaming the countryside as hoboes on the rails, learning, living and eating beans in cans.

Fine, we're not.  But I was furious!  He begrudgingly admitted some things were funny, but I know the truth.  He's just mad because I'm the funny one and he's the one everyone likes.  Whatever, Husband.  You and your "IVY" (!!!!! what a snob!) can suck it!