How Rude

As I was trying to organize the office today, I ended up sitting in a legs-crossed position while sorting and filing paperwork for nearly two hours without moving. As you know, my knees have not been at their best for the past few weeks. As I tried to finally get up, one of my knees locked up and I wasn't able to fully extend it in order to walk.

We had to make our way downstairs for dinner and as I was limping down the stairs I hear my dear husband say, "You're going to fall and die and I'm not going to help you". As I was about to turn around and tell him that while that may be true, it's a little rude to actually say it, he clarified that he was talking to one of our cats who was sitting in an open window, pressed against the screen.

I think he's lying. :^)

The exchange gave us both a good laugh. It's moments like these that make me appreciate how comfortable we are with sassy banter.