A spouse-ism
Aug. 9th, 2005 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avanta7As I was getting ingredients together to make dinner this evening, I asked spouse to bring me the box of couscous from the cupboard. (you must click the link. trust me.)
He got the box and then stood in front of me, waggling it from side to side. "What am I doing?" he asked.
"What?"
"What am I doing?" He continued to shake the box gently, side to side.
"Shaking the couscous?"
"Nope."
"Waggling the pasta?"
"Nope."
"I give up. What are you doing?"
"Rocking the Casbah."
Yes. I groaned too.
He got the box and then stood in front of me, waggling it from side to side. "What am I doing?" he asked.
"What?"
"What am I doing?" He continued to shake the box gently, side to side.
"Shaking the couscous?"
"Nope."
"Waggling the pasta?"
"Nope."
"I give up. What are you doing?"
"Rocking the Casbah."
Yes. I groaned too.
