Mark: What is this?
Marie: I think it’s shuffleboard on ice.
Mark: I don’t get the scoring at all. But it’s fun to watch.
Marie: The shoes are awesome (Can I get an ‘Amen’, Emily?)
Mark: Why is he freezing!?! He so should have guarded! Gah. Americans know nothing about about curling.
Marie: I’m going to go watch the Kardashians in the bedroom.
Mark: Her form is all wrong. She should be walking behind the stone and sweeping from that position. It’s more efficient. Americans.
Marie: (stares at Mark, turns to cats) Nala, Omi, please sit down. I have to talk to you about daddy. He’s going to be going away for a little while…
Marie: Where are you going?
Mark: To a meetup. A curling meetup. We’re going to try to get the Nashville Curling Federation off the ground.
Ah. I love the Olympics.
It has come to my attention that my husband an anonymous one-time reader has claimed that I lie on this blog. He points out the post where I say that we drank all of the alcohol in our house and would like to let my readers (Hi, Moms) know that there are still tons of bottles of alcohol left. I guess my husband doesn’t understand hyperbole. Or exaggeration. Or humor in general.
Just in case he reads this next month, I would like to clarify that he has not, in fact, joined any curling federations. Yet.