OMP and I went to the store over the weekend. In the car, one of my favorite songs played on the radio.
Me: Turn it up! I love this song! PAMELA! PAMELAAAAAAAA
OMP: The song is Panama, not Pamela, sweetheart.
Me: Really? I think I know my own name, the song is called Pamela
OMP: Seriously? It's Van Halen's Panama!
Me: You're just jealous that they didn't write a song about you.
OMP: Yeah, that's it and they didn't write a song about your name either! It's PANAMA!
Me: Whateves, I'm sticking to my version. PAMELA!
OMP: Stop singing.
And just when you think I couldn't get to OMP anymore, we walked into the store and see a rug that would be perfect for our living room and it's a great price!
Me: Look honey! It's perfect for our living room.
OMP: I wonder how big it is.
Me: Well, it's that big (as I proceed to pull the rug out from the rack and show him)
Blank stare from the OMP
OMP: Really? I meant WHAT ARE THE DIMENSIONS!
Me: You don't have to yell dear, I'm right here. If you wanted the dimensions, you should have said so, you asked how big it was. Hey! Where are you going? Are we getting the rug or not?
(for the record, I know the song is Panama, I just love getting to OMP...I'm evil that way)