Me: sitting at kitchen table working quietly.
Hubs: in living room playing Golf on the Wii. Duh.
Hubs: (cursing at his double bogie) Babe, what are you doing in there? Come play golf with me.
Me: I'm blogging really quickly to say I won't be blogging for the next week. And I'm finishing up some emails.
Hubs: Or you're on Facebook.
Me: (screaming) I am NOT on Facebook. (quickly logging into Facebook and updating status.)
BANG, CLACK, CLICK, BANG BOOOOOM!
Me: (seeing that a knife that was balanced on the kitchen counter has fallen onto the floor. All by itself.) HOLY SHIT!
Hubs: What was that?
Me: (laughing) A knife!
Hubs: (Looking at me accusingly) Did you just THROW a knife across the kitchen?
Now hold on, let's back up the truck. Remember that I am SITTING IN A CHAIR while this is happening. I am a good 10 feet away from the kitchen. A loud noise occurs, and Hubs assumes I have taken a knife and THROWN IT.
Me: (sarcastically) Yes, Hubs. For no reason, I picked up a knife from a table where there is no silverware, and threw it across the kitchen. How ridiculous are you? I have to blog about this right now.
Hubs: Go right ahead. I'm sure your bloggers know all about your temper.
Me: I DO NOT HAVE A TEMPER! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!
Anyways...this has nothing to do with anything. I just found it amusing.
And now Hubs is mad at me.