Let them eat cake (in the living room)

Christina wants to watch Marie Antoinette. She knows that I am lukewarm on Sofia Coppola, and so she sounds guilty when she asks if it’s ok if she’s kicking me out of the living.

“It’s cool,” I say. “It’s just as much your living room as it is mine.”

“I don’t know why I feel bad,” she says. “I let you watch all the football you want.”

“You’re supposed to like football.”

“You’re supposed to like this.”

Well played, wife. Well played.

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