For the most part, Scott and I share the same taste in music, food, movies, and humor. But not always.
One day, I came home to see Scott busily working on the computer. He looked so serious. Boring. When I walked out of the room, a brilliant idea popped into my mind. I giggled to myself as I carried a cup brimming with ice-cold water and tiptoed back into the room.
Splash! He was soaked from head to toe. I laughed uproariously.
"What the (insert the four-letter word of your choice here; he used them all)?!"
Apparently, what was beyond hilarious to me was infuriating to my dripping-wet husband. Oops.
A few days later, he returned the favor. Since then, it has been an ongoing, one-way, years-long water fight. The blitzes always happen when I'm in the shower. He claims that he's still paying me back.
He thinks it's hilarious. Me... not so much.
