I sit here complaining about cramps. Moaning really.
CG asks, "Do you want some Gwar?"
What? Dude, no I don't need some angst metal band from the 80's because no matter how much you like them, music won't make muscle contractions go away. My brows scowl and I start to think he's taking my pain lightly. Pissy was the word.
"Do I NEED some Gwar?" I ponder aloud about to expound on compassion to my husband...
I hear his office chair spin around and he looks at me with laughter.
"No, I said, do you need some water."
Oops. "Ummm sure."
Have I mentioned my hearing loss? Yes, I have the misfortune of having been diagnosed with hearing losses at certain frequencies that happen to correspond with vowels. So imagine hearing everything through ear muffs. I hear consonances, but no vowels. Sometime my mind gets creative with the empty spaces.
A few minutes later, CG announces that he, " Has to pee. "
I finally ask why he keeps telling me that.
His answer was that he was hoping that I would hear, "I would like some tea," and get him some.
Yeah, make fun of the deaf girl, dude. Real cute.
Ok. I laughed. Heh! Gwar still sux though.