While watching the Olympics last night, Scott pointed out that the headband I was wearing made me look like a cancer patient.
I argued that it actually made me look like an Olympic Swimmer, donning the signature Team U.S.A. black swim cap.
I then suggested that to be believable as an Olympic Swimmer, I’d probably need to lose a few pounds.
My observation was met with complete and utter silence.
This was either because Scott actually agreed with my comment, or was distracted by the riveting men’s gymnastics coverage.
Either way, if it hadn’t been for the fact that just two hours prior, he had taken me to the jewelry store to upgrade the diamond earrings he got me for my birthday, I just might have shanked him with a toilet brush right there during the pommel horse finals.