Hunkering down here, in preparation for the onslaught.
MAW: Can you read me this check list, please?
Husband: Uh, sure. Duct tape?
MAW: Check.
Husband: What do you need...
MAW: Keep going!
Husband: Uh...right. Plastic sheeting?
MAW: Check. Next?
Husband: Is that for 16-year-old-Boy's room? You're gonna need...
MAW: I'm waiting.
Husband: Okay, okay. Bottled water?
MAW: Check. I've got two cases. That should hold us.
Husband: (looks at me)
MAW: (returning with the Look)
Husband: Fine. Canned goods?
MAW: Good choice. Check.
Husband: Can you please explain what the hell the check list is for?
MAW: How out of touch are you? I am preparing for disaster. Duh!
Husband: And that disaster would be...?
MAW: Hel-LO! The robots?
Husband: Hoo-kay. Where are your pain meds? Is this the orangutan* speaking?
MAW: Not funny. I haven't needed any today. I'm on a mission.
Husband: Yer on a Mission from Gahd. Heh, heh.
MAW: Okay, smart guy. Don't take it seriously. When we are overrun with robots, who'll be laughing then?
Husband: Where exactly are the robots coming from?
MAW: The internet.
Husband: Well. That makes sense. My office is constantly under siege from internet robots.
MAW: Yuk, yuk, yuk. I removed the Captcha feature from my blog.
Husband: And that would be...?
MAW: The stupid letter code thingy that keeps robots from posting on your comments.
Husband: Good. I hate that thing.
MAW: Yeah. Me, too. Today it took me three tries to post a comment on my own damn blog. I've had enough.
Husband: Y'know, if we're going to be under siege, we're probably gonna be in really tight quarters.
MAW: So?
Husband: So maybe we should probably practice "hunkering" now, eh? Bow-chicka-wow-wow...
MAW: (more stink eye)
Husband: That's Business As Usual, then.
MAW: Just striving to retain some sense of normalcy in the face of disaster, honey.
*Husband felt it was no fun that my back pain meds didn't have some cool street name like heroin does. So he named it orangutan. When I was temporarily prescribed a different med, he called that one sloth. If I end up with a third, it will likely be called fruit bat.**
** You are my new best friend if you can identify the origin of these names.
