A married dialog

Remember the crawdad feed we had a couple of weeks ago? The one where we boiled 120 crawdads in our new crab pot on the back porch? 

After the boiling water was empty of the cooked crawdads, I watched Russ take the pot and walk out several feet into our yard. Seeing where this was going I quickly tried to intervene...

Me, alarmed: "Don't dump the water in the grass, Babe, it will kill it!"

Russ, scoffing: "No it won't. Grass can handle a little hot water."

Me, now also scoffing, but refraining from calling my husband crazy: "No it can't, it'll make it die."

Russ, pouring out water anyway: "It'll be fine..."

Me, in annoying sing-song voice: "No it wo-ooont..."

WELL. 

I'm sure you can guess what happened.

"The Spot"

That's right, two days later I walked out to find this lovely patch of completely dead grass. 

Dead as dead can be.

Now, I'm not a grass nazi and I don't really care that there's a dead spot, our lawn is huge and it's just one spot. What I DO care about is being right, and making sure my husband knows it ;)

So of course I had to lay out on a blanket with a book in the nearby shade so that when Russ came home and walked over to talk to me I could kindly point it out to him in. 

Russ: "Hi, honey, whatcha doing?"

Me: Oh, just hanging out. Hey babe, notice anything peculiar when you look around?

Russ (glances around quickly): "Ummm...  OH, niiiice." (laughs sheepishly)

Me (grinning wickedly): "Not to tell you I told you so or anything, but um, I TOLD YOU!!!"

And Russ had no comeback. 

And then we held hands and talked about our day and all was right in the world.

Because the lady is always right :)