He has probably gotten as tired of saying those three words down through the years as I have of hearing them. No need to subject ourselves again to such tedium. I accuse him of immersing himself in deep denial. Then too, I inform him of what a friend recently said. And so it goes, this idiotic back and forthing as we continue down the road.
Nobody likes a smart-ass woman.
Lest anyone get the wrong idea at this point, my love smiles when he says this, and his voice carries endearing levity. After all, he's hardly a man who's crude, rude or lewd. Leastwise, not by my standards. But moving on now to long after we've come home from both Kristy's and church. And long after he has activated the swamp cooler.