Oh, I'm Sorry. I thought you were trying to pay in Monopoly Money.

Woah! That's a lot of paper dimes!

Of course this happened at Canadian Tire. If we're not at home or at work, we're most likely there. It's basically Andrew's second home. But of course, I need to go with him, although I have no idea why. All I know, is if I don't go, he doesn't bring me to PetSmart to go pet the kitties. And I have to pet the kitties. Or my heart is not complete.

Anyways, we were strolling through Canadian Tire, (hunting aisle of course. You are dim if you thought we were in any other aisle.) when I randomly started humming the "Wedding March". I didn't start humming on purpose, but it was like my subconscious was trying to reach out to Andrew to make HIM PROPOSE ALREADY DAMNIT! But that's just my subconscious thinking.

Hey, don't blame me! Blame my subconscious!

So after I had hummed a little bit of it, Andrew began humming the "Funeral March". Once he got out of the rack of hunting coats I had pushed him in, he protested that he thought they just sounded really similar. He then hummed both of them to try to prove himself right. Of course, it was horribly out of tune, so both sounded the same, because they sounded nothing like the originals.

I then let him know that he didn't confuse the two because they sound alike, but because they mean the same thing in his mind. I know this, because I'm studying psychology. And therefore know everything. This is obviously sarcasm. The first part wasn't sarcasm though.

Me, on our wedding day in Andrew's mind.
Bouquet? Who needs a bouquet?

He could not disagree.