Last night I asked my wife when she expected get back from a shopping trip I had no interest in joining. That’s all I wanted. An approximate time. 

She started listing her whole itinerary of girly shopping plans. “First we’re going to a store to look for maternity clothes (her friend has a bun in the oven), then we’re going to Target, then we’re probably going to eat at Cracker Barrel, then we’re going to…”  

I said, “Babe, can we just get to the part about where you give me a time? I don’t need to whole rundown.” She got a sparkle in her eye and finished her story. “…and then we’re going to stop at a 7-11 and get gas.” 

We both busted up laughing. It’s like she was saying “touche asshole, if you can be an asshole so can I.” We laugh a lot. It’s one of my favorite things about married life.

My wife and I have never fought for real. We’ve been friends since Day One. But we bust chops constantly. It’s just something we do. I pick, she picks back, we get distracted and forget what we were talking about.

I’m usually the instigator, but now and then she gets me with a burn so sick I’m like, damn, what have I done? I taught her too well. Usually it’s something like whether I’m right that the Beatles are awesome (They are. I’m not budging on that one).  

When her mom was with us, she used to hear us from the next room and think we were fighting. She was like, “Baby is your marriage OK?” Which cracked my wife up. Eventually her mom accepted we were just being us. 

It’s just how old couples are, when they love which other and are both massive nerds.

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