Black Socks

Last night I got to see Todd for about 35 minutes. As in we were both awake, sitting on the couch, watching (for the third night in a row) the tail end of "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" (only the best Christmas movie ever), and in between quoting to each other "WHY IS THE CARPET ALL WET, TODD?!" "I don't KNOW, Margo!" (our favorite duet quote from the movie), we had this conversation:

Me: What do you want for Christmas, I need a list.

T: Honey, we've been married for four months now. If you don't know what I want for Christmas by now, we're in trouble.

Me: Seriously? How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me! Tell me what you want for Christmas!!

T: Well, I really want some black socks... (insert huge grin creeping up on Todd's face, here)

So I socked him in the shoulder.

Some body's been reading my blog...