Me: I have a question and you’re not going to like my question.
Harrison: Okay.
Me: Have you clipped your toenails since we got back from New York? (I noticed when we were visiting Harrison’s parents for Christmas that his toenails had reached an uncomfortable length.)
Harrison: Blank stare
Me: You’re going to stab the poor woman at the reflexology place. You stabbed me while you slept.
Harrison: I don’t like the precedent we’re setting.
Me: What precedent? That I have to remind you to clip your toenails?
Harrison: I mean, why even get married? A transcript of this conversation should be our proof. (Internet- I’m providing proof that I’m basically married.)
Later…
Harrison: Now I have a question for you. When was the last time you took out the trash from your bathroom (yes, we have separate bathrooms) because it’s always overflowing.
Me: You’re probably right.
We’re disgusting people.
Like a $!*#&@? Lady 
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