Husband (aka – Dork Fish): “In June I have to go to a seminar in Florida and wanted to take you guys with me.”
Me: “Where?”
Dork Fish: “Bonita Springs, or something?”
Me: (Googling) “OH, hey! That’s near Naples! I’ve heard there’s good shopping there! Not that I shop or anything…um, but it would give me something to do with the boys…ahem.”
Dork Fish: “Where is Naples? East or West coast?”
Me: “West. It’s opposite Tampa.”
Dork Fish: “So, it’s on the East coast then.”
Me: (rolling eyes) “NO. It’s on the WEST coast. You know, Never Eat Shredded Wheat *doing the little N,E,S,W sign with my hand*”
Dork Fish: “Right. Tampa is on the WEST coast too, sweetie.”
Me: “PFFFFTTTT. No, DEAR. Tampa is on the EAST coast.”
Me: (Googling)
Me: (Getting pissed cause Google is a lying bastard.)
Dork Fish: “Soooo…where’s Tampa?”
Me: (gritting my teeth) “I meant Miami. It’s on the opposite side from Miami.”
Dork Fish: “So, which coast is it on again?”
Me: “I TOLD YOU IT WAS ON THE WEST COAST, ASSHAT!”
He never listens to me.
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2 comments:
Hahaha... Don't worry, the only place I can point out in Florida is Disneyland.
Hahaha, I feel your pain. I'm horrible at geography.
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