Last night my husband was aggravating me. Well, me and our son before he went to bed. I made the point that he aggravates people as though it is his hobby. He finds out what irritates someone the most, stores it away in his steel trap of a brain; will be able to summon said knowledge at the drop of a hat and, BAM! You are ready to slay him. Except you're usually laughing too hard to do anything about it. He is a student of human nature, much to our great displeasure sometimes. It is what I love most about him, and what alternately makes me the most crazy.
This came up because a few weeks ago, a friend of mine who happens to work with my husband let slip something that I know will be used against her for as long as they work together. I told her to never let it happen again, unless she wants to be mercilessly teased and harassed all the live long day. She and I had a good laugh over this. It is like being around that big brother who is a giant pest when my husband gets into one of these moods.
So, back to last night...as my husband and I were laughing, teasing, and jokingly arguing I began to walk into the bathroom. He called after me words that I will never forget...
"My dad once told me I could aggravate the balls off of a pool table."
I think my reaction was to fall to the floor as I howled with laughter while hoping I didn't pee everywhere.
Aggravate the balls off a pool table?! Who says that? And why haven't I heard it before?
My father-in-law is truly a master of words, but this one is now my all-time favorite. And no description fits my husband better.
We need a pool table.
