Kitchen

Wife: You’re on the other side of the kitchen, and there’s mayonnaise. I can’t hear you.

Discerning

Wife: I love that as I’m becoming more discerning about food, I’m also becoming more discerning about fart smells.

Forehead

Me: Is that [Wife’s boss’s boss]?
Wife: Yes.
Me: Wow, he’s really all forehead, isn’t he?
Wife: That’s not actually a very good picture of him.
Me: That’s not a very good picture of anybody.

Hammock

Wife: Where’s the hammock?
Me: I think it’s in the garage of the old house. Do you want me to get it?
…
Not right now—
Wife: No, right now! Turn the car around! Uey!

Etiquette

Me: You need to sober up for the baby shower?
Wife: Yep. You can’t show up at a baby shower drunk. It’s very bad etiquette.

Abomination

Wife: I’m going to be writing Q-A scripts for something that should not exist.
Me: What? “Should not exist”?
Wife: It’s not like it’s an abomination against nature.

Fermenting

Wife: The refrigerator smells like fermenting fruit.
Me: That would be awesome.

General

Me: I have it on good authority and General Jeb Stuart uses a ladies’ razor.

Electricity

Three-Year-Old: Does this light work?
Me: No, the power is out.
Three-Year-Old: This house is broken. We need a new one.
Wife: We’re not getting a new house. Why don’t we just fix the electricity at this one?
Three-Year-Old: Can me and Mommy fix it?
Wife: No, the nice people from the power company are going to fix it.
Three-Year-Old: Oh.

Espanol

Me [reading church sign]: “Mas en Espanol.” That’s neat, although there can’t be a lot of Spanish-speaking Lutherans.
…
I mean, there could be, but there aren’t.