The funny part about getting to know someone really well is that you figure out what bothers them. By now, Chris knows exactly what to do to push my buttons, and vice versa. Chris has a lot less buttons than me, of course, but still. We tend to tease each other quite a bit.
Last night, we went out to eat at a fancy Italian place for Patty's birthday. As the waiter told us the night's specials, Chris kept saying, "That sounds delicious!" after every veal-based plate, which would cause me to kick him under the table. Then we'd both have to stifle a giggle as the waiter continued.
But Chris isn't a semi-militant vegetarian animal lover, so he isn't as easy to tease. Often, my attempts to bug him fall absolutely flat. The only things I usually can do to bug him is threaten to buy something completely unncessary (which typically doesn't work, since it's my money after all) or drop food from my plate to the dogs. At least that one usually works. Ha ha.
Once in a while something comes up that I know I can use, though. Like February 4, our "One-and-a-Half-Year Anniversary." Doesn't exist, you say? I know that, but I didn't tell him
I started in a couple of weeks before, dropping hints. "Our 1.5 year anniversary is coming up! February 4!" "No such thing!" he'd say. "It's a big milestone!" I'd respond, oblivious.
When I'd recount all the holidays in the short time period, we had Christmas, my birthday, our 1.5 year anniversary, then Valentine's Day. He was like, "Aggh! It's not a real annivesary!"
The week before, I started laying it on thick. He was at the computer one day. I said, "Monday is our anniversary... What are we going to do? Go out to eat or stay in?" I said, all serious. As soon as I said it, I let my face break, since he wasn't facing me. Like, hehe, this is gonna piss him off.
"Stacey! It's NOT A REAL ANNIVERSARY!!! There is NO SUCH THING as a 1.5 year anniversary!"
I forced myself to go sober again. "So..." I asked, confused. "Does that mean you'd rather stay in
?" His poor man-brain was ready to jump out of its skull by the time that conversation was done. Whee!