A conversation Hubby and I just had:
Me: What's Beyonce's last name? Beyonce Knowles-Z?
Me: Does Jay-Z even have a real name?
Hubby: Does he have a real name? Yeah.
Me: Yeah, like, I know he must, but what is it?
Hubby: I think it's Sean Diddy Combs.
Me: Yeah! Like that!
Hubby: Are you even listening to me? Did you hear what I said?
Me: Yes, honey, I heard you.
Hubby: I don't think you did. Sean. Diddy Combs. Sean Diddy Combs.
Me: Yes, honey. Like that.
Hubby: You're not listening to me. That's P Diddy. Puff Daddy. Not Jay-Z.
Me: I know honey. I meant that his name is like that. Like Sean Diddy Combs.
Hubby: I know what you meant but you weren't listening to me.
Me: Frig! YES I WAS. I WAS SAYING HIS NAME WAS LIKE THAT. NOT THAT EXACTLY, BUT LIKE IT. Like a real name as well as his nickname. I know it, I just can't remember what it is.
Hubby: Ok, but that's not his name!
Me: OH MY GOD. AHHHRG! You are SO exasperating!
Hubby: You're exhausting.
Oh wait. I just tried to tell him about this post and he wasn't particularly happy about it.
Hubby: I don't need to relive this.
Me: Oh, really?!
Hubby: Yeah. I was quite upset.
Huh. Soooo... not funny yet, eh?