Okay, so no one likes to hear me gripe about my husband. I guess it does sound pretty ungrateful to bitch about how someone else irons your clothes. So! On to happier topics! Stories From a Rural Wa!-Mart on a Sunday Night! (yes, we went to Wa!-Mart on Sunday night - this is what passes for excitement in my household.)
Rock and I were rummaging through the $5 movie bin and teasing each other about which awful movie we would buy to torture the other one with. He threatened me with The Core, which stars Aaron Eckart, my least favorite actor in Hollywood, and I threatened him with Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, because he hates Angelina Jolie (I KNOW! How can anyone hate ANGIE?). Anyway, we were holding up movies, trading barbs, throwing movies at one another and back into the bin. We debated on one movie, threw it back in, then decided to get it and couldn't find it. After a little while of this, a lady on the other side of the bin started cracking up laughing at us. We laughed and were a little embarrassed, but she was like, "It's so nice to see a couple laughing and having fun instead of arguing and fighting."
When we got to the register, we were behind a family of rednecks who were purchasing a camouflage cap. Somehow they got the idea to try to spell "camouflage". They made it through c-a-m-o alright, missed the "u" entirely and then stalled out on the spelling of "flage". They came up with "flag" and "flaug" as possibilities before giving up entirely.