I keep a quote list in my phone.
Not of profound or inspiring quotes by famous people.
I like to write down the absurd and hilarious things that come out of people’s mouths in everyday life. I have done this for over a decade and have a long list from various people (I always ask permission). I don’t usually write down anything where someone was trying to be funny. It’s the unintentionally absurd things that slip out that are my favorite. Naturally I’m exposed to a higher volume of these from the person I live with, who is, for good or ill, a self-professed proud knuckle-dragger.
I encourage everyone to adopt this practice. Scrolling through my list of forgotten statements that made me laugh years ago, from my favorite people, warms my heart.
And so, I give you Volume I of Things My Husband Has Said to Me:
You know, I was really enjoying this, and you have to ruin it by looking at my face while I enjoy it.
You’re the most annoying version of a patient person. You’re lethargically patient.
I’m shutting this down right now — no more pushing pause. We have no show flow.
I’m never the flight attendant in the fantasy. I mean, come on.
If I could take all men, and put them in an arena, to counsel them. You know what I would say? It’s never okay. To button the top button.
Will you please stop endlessly giving each other advice and actually do something?
It’s funny how quickly you get used to having water shot up your ass. And the dryer is just the cherry on top.
Just admit it. You’re powerless — POWERLESS! - to stop your flow of observations. You’re completely out of control.
Male shame is really a terrible business model.
Oh, sure, you think you’re so sophisticated just because you can’t lick your own butt.
Get out! Because you get to enjoy what comes out of the kitchen, but you can’t handle the industry that goes into it.
You have to have those boobs to have those thoughts.
I’m not into humor after like 10:30. You know that about me babe.
I just don’t picture a gay guy with a dog.
This demographic is extremely susceptible to weaponized female asses. They’re toast.
Well, I guess I kind of resent everyone, initially. You just resent them all eventually.
If we ever get married, I want minimal to no ceremony.
Okay, please may I concede defeat on a topic that you know absolutely fucking nothing about?
The fact that society has turned its back on separate beds for married couples is a travesty.
I way outrank myself in reputation.
Of course I appreciate you. What do you think, I just married you for the tits?
He’s a foot-smeller. He always has been. How do you not know that?
They’re so fucked up they’ll rape a woman on a train in public, but not know what a vagina is.
When I picture the inside of your brain and how it works, I think of an MC Escher painting. Mine’s like a Gary Larson cartoon.
Man, you should publish these, I’m like the next Marcus Aurelius over here.
“Okay, please may I concede defeat on a topic that you know absolutely fucking nothing about?”
I used to work in construction. My wife loves to start a sentence with “Why don’t you just….” then end it with a proposal that will cost more than our net worth, violate multiple building codes, and possibly defy the laws of physics. I’ve learned to respond with “Let me see what I can do.”
These are quite wonderful!