Marie: Can I blog about it now?
Mark: Depends. What are you going to write?
Marie: Well, then can I blog about how you’re going to look like Matthew McConaughey?
Mark: You don’t think I look like Matthew McConaughey already?
Mark: Silent stare
Marie: What? Do I look like Megan Fox?
Now, if he would read my blog he would KNOW that anything what he was about to say would be the wrong answer. And if I had any sense I would know better than to ask my husband to compare me to Hotness Incarnate.
But we’re idiots. Apparently.
Mark: Uproarious laughter
Marie: Silent stare
Mark: I can’t compare you to her. She’s white.
Yes, Mark, I’m sure that’s the biggest difference between me and Megan Fox. That she’s white. (Which she isn’t. Well, not completely.) Either way, I decided to be mature and end the conversation before our other differences, i.e. boob size, were acknowleged out loud. And by “out loud” I mean “making Mark sleep at the local homeless shelter”.