Living with a Marine is interesting. The man is super organized. Me, not so much. And he likes things where he likes this. Case in point, this morning:
Him (looking sternly at me): "So, I guess you thought that your cereal bowl was just going to jump from the sink into the dishwasher, huh? I mean, what the hell?"
Me (sitting in my chair reading): ::points to cereal bowl sitting next to me:: "That's not MY bowl in the sink, Boo. It's your bowl from your pie and ice cream last night."
Him: (walks away laughing and shaking head)
I emerged triumphant, this one time.