It doesn't sound so bad

We are lying in bed last night. Hubby is reading. I am watching television. I'd mention what I was watching but I don't want to get all politicky on you. Suffice to say, I am oddly fascinated at the icky little horror show playing out on screen.

Me: Does she look drugged to you?

Hubby, continuing to read: Mm...

Me: She's a little slurry. Like maybe she popped a few muscle relaxers. Can't say I'd blame her, talking in front of such a huge crowd. Look! Look at her eyes. It's like she had one too many Mojitos...

Hubby, continuing to read: Mm.

Later in the evening...

Me: This is icky. Look at this... Look at these people...

Hubby: Mm.

Me: Let's not wait. We should move to Cozumel now. Think we could move in, say, the next two years?

Hubby, looking up, considering: Sure. We'd have to eat cat food.

Me: Can we get the Seafood Medley?

Hubby goes back to reading.

Fine. More for me.

Factoid: Fancy Feast Elegant Medleys line of cat food includes a single flavor labeled "Seafood and Egg Souffle with Pacific Shrimp and Garden Greens."

Now, doesn't that sound yummy?