The conversation in this video isn't really that funny, but it's my reaction at the end that I love....and the fact that so many of our conversations end like this.
(The quality is awful and I appear to be upside down...don't know how to flip it.)
A rough transcript of our conversation this morning:
"B: I'm tired of you hogging the bed all night. Every time I turn around, your butt is right there in my space.
J: Well, maybe you shouldn't hog the blanket. Then I wouldn't have to be so close.
B: Go get the blanket from downstairs, and this wouldn't be a problem.
J: You know, it's pretty ridiculous we can't share a king-size blanket.
B: It's not a king-size. It's a full or a queen.
J: No, it's definitely a king.
B: If it was a king-size it would be touching the floor. It's not that big.
J: Whatever. I should know. I'm the one who bought it.
* Five-second pause
B: Well, it's a blanket made for one king...not the king and queen."
Zinger. He won.
Laughter surely is the best medicine.