|Courtesy of our parish website, from Catholic Trivia night|
One night when I was bored:
Me: Wanna play a game?
Me: Wanna play Catan?
Me: Wanna play Scrabble?
Me: Wanna play ... tickle Frank?
Frank: Wanna play die?
When the classical radio station announced their next selection:
Frank (with undisguised excitement): Sixteenth century Polish folk song??!
Frank: You had me at sixteenth century!
Every time we pass a McDonald's:
Frank: I don't think we've been in that one yet!
Upon leaving a Trader Joe's in an unfamiliar and very hipster neighborhood:
Frank: Oh God! There's so many hipsters!
Me: Is that why you took so long?
Frank: The place was overrun with them... the little pests.
Apropos of nothing:
Frank: I really do have a luscious mustache.
One time my friend Giedre said, "Frank seems like the kind of guy that, the more women are around, the more he wants to join in the fun." When I reported this to Frank later that night:
Frank (very flattered): Wow. That's like what I would want her to say, but wouldn't expect her to know me well enough to say. How does she know me so well??
After getting an unexpected text from a very straitlaced friend:
Frank: I just got a smiley face in a text from [friend]!
Frank: He's really letting his hair down!
When another team beat us at church trivia night:
Frank (scornfully): Are they even parishioners???
When I complained about feeling different now that I'm pregnant:
Frank: It's not like being pregnant has changed anything.
Frank: Except that you're ... more ... pregnantly-shaped.
He reported that his friends were posting ridiculous music on his Facebook wall:
Me: Is that the reason you're listening to "It's raining men, Hallejulah"?
Frank: What are you talking about?? This is a great song!
five minutes later
Frank: Just kidding.
Sometimes he philosophizes:
Frank: A good weekday homily always remind me of that scene in "Robin Hood: Men in Tights" when Robin Hood is dueling with another guy, and he makes three quick slashes and the man's pants fall off.
Me: Really?? In what way?
Frank: They're quick, precise, and to the point.
When he decided to do an Ash Wednesday juice cleanse and I asked what kind:
Frank: I'm doing the frank barber school of whatever-I-want juice cleanse :p
When he went all "lawyer" on me during some silly argument:
Me: Well, I still think you're wrong.
Frank: I think I'm right. And I definitely used more big words than you.
And a bonus one...
One day when we were discussing faith:
Me: You believe in miracles, don't you?
Frank: Well, of course. You said yes to marrying me, didn't you?
Aw. This is why I love him.