I never can predict when Hubs is going to say something blog-worthy, but, well, this happened while we were watching Game of Thrones this week. You’re welcome.
Jim: You know, I wouldn’t mind working for those White Walkers.
Katie: You mean the ice monsters that control an army of the undead?
Jim: Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t be a mindless zombie or whatever, but maybe they need an accountant.
Jim: Well, I see 5000 zombies over there and 5000 zombies over there. I can tell them how many wights they’ve got on hand at any given time.
Katie: And when they find out you’re terrible at math?
Jim: Oh that’s fine. They’ll just transfer me to research and development. Those glowing blue eyes didn’t just happen, you know.
Katie: You are seriously so screwed when the dragons show up.
Apparently my husband identifies with evil. Welp. At least I knew what I was getting into when I married him. Weirdo.