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Hall of Fame
So last weekend the wife and I were chilling out on the deck, having a good time, her with her favourite Chardonnay and me with a six year old Crown Royal.
She mentioned that she picked up a new blade for the riding mower while she happened to be near the hardware store. It had been cutting uneven for weeks.
Grateful, I said, "Honey, you know you're the GOAT, right?"
"What?"
"GOAT". I thought she knew what it meant. We watched the Tom Brady roast together.
"Did you just call me a goat?" Now at this point I thought she was riffing, so I played along.
"Well the horns fit," I answered with a smile, making horn shapes with my index fingers above my head.
"How can you say that?!?" She reacted as she stormed into the house. I followed her.
"It means greatest of all time, it's a compliment."
"Sure it is. You know you always do this. You say something hurtful and then try and weasel you're way out of it. For once I wish you'd be a man and tell me what you really think of me."
"For crying out loud, honey, I called you The GOAT. Don't you remember the Tom Brady thing a few weeks back?"
"You said 'a' goat, not 'THE GOAT'"
"No I didn't, I said 'the'."
"'A' 'a'"
I tried to interject but she just going.
"You said 'a' 'a' 'a' 'a'--'goat'. Quit backtracking."
"Fine." At this point I tried to apologize, but she just shook her head and went to her room to watch Grey's Anatomy. It's been silent treatment ever since, and the house is tense as hell.
Not sure how to get myself out of this predicament, but once again Novak Djokovic has put me in a corner. Ideas?
She mentioned that she picked up a new blade for the riding mower while she happened to be near the hardware store. It had been cutting uneven for weeks.
Grateful, I said, "Honey, you know you're the GOAT, right?"
"What?"
"GOAT". I thought she knew what it meant. We watched the Tom Brady roast together.
"Did you just call me a goat?" Now at this point I thought she was riffing, so I played along.
"Well the horns fit," I answered with a smile, making horn shapes with my index fingers above my head.
"How can you say that?!?" She reacted as she stormed into the house. I followed her.
"It means greatest of all time, it's a compliment."
"Sure it is. You know you always do this. You say something hurtful and then try and weasel you're way out of it. For once I wish you'd be a man and tell me what you really think of me."
"For crying out loud, honey, I called you The GOAT. Don't you remember the Tom Brady thing a few weeks back?"
"You said 'a' goat, not 'THE GOAT'"
"No I didn't, I said 'the'."
"'A' 'a'"
I tried to interject but she just going.
"You said 'a' 'a' 'a' 'a'--'goat'. Quit backtracking."
"Fine." At this point I tried to apologize, but she just shook her head and went to her room to watch Grey's Anatomy. It's been silent treatment ever since, and the house is tense as hell.
Not sure how to get myself out of this predicament, but once again Novak Djokovic has put me in a corner. Ideas?