It became clear to me tonight that I may have made a very serious error in my choice of mate.
This is the conversation that took place between my husband and I tonight:
Me: "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
Him: "lol" (ok it was via text....while in different rooms....of the same house)
Him: "What's that from?"
Me:........................ (picks jaw up off the floor)
Me: "I do not envy you the headache when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women."
Him: "No idea."
Me: (out loud) WHAT!!
Me: "Vizzini: Finish him! Finish him your way"
Fezzik: Oh good, my way. Thank you Vizzini. What's my way?
Vizzini: Pick up one of those rocks, get behind a boulder. In a few minutes the man
in black will come running around the bend. The minute his head is in view
HIT IT WITH THE ROCK!!!
Fezzik: My way's not very sportsman like."
Him: "What the hell?"
Oh my god. Can I really have married a man who can't quote Princess Bride? Or at least know it when he hears it? I mean, Come On..... the "you killed my father, prepare to die" bit can usually be picked up even by people who haven't seen it 500 or so times.
How could I have been this stupid? Think of all the lost humor. All the references to iocaine powder that will never be giggled at. If i say "Sleep well, I'll likely kill you in the morning" he won't get it.
But worst of all, is this:
Me: "Well, you could bring me up some ice cream and we could watch it, since you don't seem to remember it that well."
Him: "Ok, in a little bit."
Me: "Oh honey. I set you up so nicely. You could've answered with "as you wish". It would've been epic."