ConversationsSunday 26 November 2006 10:57
Lazy Sunday. The stereo is shuffling through 7,467 songs…
Me: Honey? Moulin Rouge?
Magda: How would you know?
Me: What are you talking about? I saw it.
Magda: When?
Me: Argentina.
Magda: You didn’t see Moulin Rouge.
Me: I think I would know if I saw Moulin Rouge.
Magda: Who’s in it?
Me: Ewan MacGregor, Christina Aguillera, all those bitches. Nicole Kidman.
Magda: Nicole Kidman isn’t a bitch.
Me: She is in that.
Magda: You didn’t see it.
Me: I saw it.
Magda: What’s it about?
Me: [gives brief plot summary embarrassing to recount]
Magda: You never saw Moulin Rouge.
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November 26th, 2006 at 15.21 CET+2.00
It’s a fact of life that giving credence to the Life Before Marriage to one’s current mate is an impossibility. Life, as you now know it, exists on a different plane of comprehension than the life(ves) preceding it. In that /those life(ves), Nicole Kidman was a bitch.
Without your input or assent,she is now a nun.
Your wife, on theother hand, has now been accepted by you as the Master of Time & Space. Memories are a minor principality also under her jurisdiction. Only Blogland is firmly under your control!
That is, until she starts blogging. Keep her occupied with the kiddies!
November 26th, 2006 at 17.32 CET+2.00
What Darko said. That, and let’s face it, that plot summary is embarassing to recount, and not very memorable. It’s not you, it’s Nicole (and the other bitches).