My wife and I argue sometimes.
About various things. This and that.
And when we run out of things to argue about, and start agreeing about stuff, I just claim that Cyndi Lauper is a better singer than Madonna.
Sure-fire argument starter at our house.
Like that stuff that comes in cubes you can put in your barbecue to get the charcoal going.
Madonna is brilliant in many ways, I acknowledge that.
But Cyndi Lauper has a voice, man. She can sing. Her songs are classics.
I was dancing down the shampoo aisle at the store this weekend when they started playing Shebop.
Anyway. Too bad Cyndi didn’t market herself as well.
What I’m getting at here, though, is not who sings better of those two, but what issue do you use at home when you run out of things to argue about?
What blue is.
How far into green you have to go from blue before blue becomes green… orange and pink works just as well too. I’ve garnered a reputation as color-blind with Pix when I know perfectly well what color is what.
I just tell her that I make better lasagne then her. Probably better then yours too.
well, seeing that it’s just me and the dog, and he’s really more of a Cyndi fan (at least we agree on that), we’ll argue about why he’s never learned to pick up his toys. That and why he’s never learned to dust. I mean, come on, pull your weight.
I own the house (in my name alone), and I make more money than he does. Nothing like classic emasculation to win a fight.
Well, yes, of course. But what if you don’t want to win a fight, but just to drag one out?
Most recently it’s been how to make coffee in the morning. There is only ONE way. 4 level scoops with a pinch of salt. I can tell with one sip if the scoops weren’t level :)
you are *so* wrong.
totally with the colors. he thinks brown is olive green … he thinks olive green is grey. the fun never ends.
Also, a word to the wise: *never* mark your answers to one of those tests in a magazine *in the magazine itself* or they will forever be held against you.
Hrm, cats. I’d always understood that cats were a symbol of deceit and betrayal.
But the “Dream Glossary” has this to say:
“Cat: The cat is a feminine symbol associated with babies, the desire for children and female sexuality. Fighting or struggling with a cat may indicate struggles with your sexuality, or resistance to social pressure to bear children. Lost cats may represent fears that the time to raise a family is running out. Surprise! First-time mothers, during pregnancy, often dream of giving birth to cats!”
The “Dream Glossary” sounds a little on the flaky side. http://www.thirdage.com/health/sleep/dreamglossary/
What are you, some kind of alien? Why would you want to drag a fight out?
The issue at our house is parenting. My husband was raised by Southern Baptists: children shouldn’t speak without being spoken to, immediate obedience, no attitude let alone back talk, and being spanked with dad’s belt if you breached the rules. I was raised by a hippy mom who was more concerned with us loving her than learning to be independent. The kids are mine (by a previous marriage), so while his position is that everything I do is wrong, mine is that he should mind his own business–they’re not his kids.
grammar. whenever he can correct me, he has a hey-day.
You are so right. Cyndi Lauper is the greatest female singer of all time. Madonna can’t hold a candle to her.