Hmmm...

"You know," I said into the phone, "it's really sad I'm not the center of the universe."

"No. It's not sad," Hubby said.

"It is. Imagine if I was, how easy my life would be. No standing in line, no waiting for people to call me back. No one at McDonald's forgetting to give me my prize in my Mighty Kids meal. They're the Madagascar toys! And you know how badly I've been wanting the talking lemur. I was really hoping." Then I sang. "I like to move it, move it. I like to...move it!"

He was silent.

"I really wanted that damn lemur," I said. "It's sad."

"It's not sad. And you can just ask them for a new toy."

"I did. They gave me the stupid hippo. And it is too sad. Seriously, I should be the center of the universe."

Hubby sighed. "It's not sad. Sad is a squirrel getting squashed in the road. This is not sad."

"Okay," I said. "Then it's frustrating."

"You want to know what's frustrating," he asked.

"No."

"Good. Cause I'll tell you. Frustrating is when your wife calls you fifty times a day when you're busy at work to tell you she is not the center of the universe. That is frustrating."

"Fine, but that's what I've been telling you that all along. It's not frustrating. It's sad, me not being the center of the universe."

"You want sad? I'll give you sad," he said.

But then he hung up.

And it was, it was vair sad. Had I been the center of the universe, he would not have done that.