Our conversation:
Me: "Oh, God - I can't get Don't Cry for Me, Argentina out of my head! Make it stop!"
Him: "At least it's not Frozen: Let it go! Let it go! Don't hold it back anymore!"
Me: "I hate you."
Him: "And I love you." Then he starts humming Don't Cry for Me, Argentina again.
Dammit. It's moments like these that I remember why I love my husband. He's sadistic but shows it in small ways. It's the little things, after all.
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