Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Whoop Ass Cake

Mornings are not my favorite part of the day. Ever. Not even if I were waking up to chocolate french toast that could guarantee that not only would I not grow out of my latest round of pants, but that I'd be able to get back into the pants I wore 5 years ago.

Mr. Zoom isn't a morning person either, but he certainly hides it a lot better than I do. He even makes sure we are both up and out the door for work. Or I'd never ever go. Ever. Well, ok - I'd go, but my hours would be Noon to 8.

Now, Mr. Zoom has a thing with symmetry. In the bathroom, he has to hang the towels perfectly. Or it makes him crazy. CRAZY. I, for one, love this. I am usually so busy protesting being awake that I generally just leave bath towels where they fall until I get home at night. This way, Mr. Zoom hangs them up and I suppose, we all win.

This morning we were participating in our usual sass match when I decided it was time to pull out the secret weapon. While looking him in the eye, I shimmied over to the perfectly hung towles and tugged on the corner of one of them. THAT'S RIGHT, it was now CROOKED!! I was so proud of myself I could hardly keep still.

Mr. Zoom looked at me with sudden clarity and said "DID YOU JUST DO WHAT I THINKYOU DID?" I spent the next 10 minutes or so taunting him. "Does your universe feel funny now?" "How long do you think you can keep from rehanging that ?"

His response was swift: "The whoop ass cake is already in the oven. What is wrong with you?"

I'm just hoping a squeak and some eye batting will get me out of the revenge he finally dishes out - although he's pretty good at calling me out on my bullshit.

9 comments:

Rev. Brandy said...

Being good at calling one another on bullshit will be why you will be chasing one another around a retirement community, 40 years from now, throwing whoop-ass cakes at each other and cackling your mad, geriatric-and-still-in-love heads off.

You get the Bloggie for Cutest Blog Couple, fer sherr.

Al said...

The rev. is right - me and the mrs. celebrated numero 15 this year and it is all because she can overlook my ideosyncracies and doesn't take my crap and visa versa. It's those all lovey-dovey, starry-eyed, everything is pudding and ice cream people that wind up suffocating their spouse with a pillow becuase they snore you have to worry about.

The Idiot said...

She left out the entire reason I used the cake for that day's whoop ass metaphor.

She was already in the dog house, hence the "whoop ass cake was already in the oven".

Yet, The President and CEO of SassCo continued to taunt me so I added "all your doing know is adding to the frosting".

AndyT13 said...

See, that makes no sense LOL That's why you two are perfect for each other.

The Idiot said...
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ZooooM said...

Whoopsie. I commented as the Idiot again. Silly computer not telling me before I make a mistake! Anyway...

I don't cook the traditional way. I happen to like cake. In fact, cake rules.

My company is going to have a pot luck next week, I think...

m m m m SASSY!

8:52 PM

theresa said...

You most definitely are the cutest couple in the blog-o-sphere. We need to have commemorative snow-globes with woop-ass-cake and lop-sided towels for sale at the blogland gift shop.

theresa said...

HAPPY VALENTINE's DAY!!!

AndyT13 said...

Gah!!!! No Valentine's Day post?!?!?! GAh!!!!