Conversations...

Do you ever have a conversation with your husband where you wish you'd never even mentioned the thing you were talking about?
My husband and I use the few minutes (or sometimes HOUR) right after we lay down in bed for the night to catch up with each other and just talk. It's nice. Usually. Sometimes it's incredibly funny and then takes on a life of it's own. For instance: last night we were talking and I casually mentioned a physical problem that I'm currently having. No worries - it'll be okay in a couple of days as it works itself out. Well, he decided that he'd take the slightly silly side of it and just started running all sorts of different directions with it. Seriously, the man ran a mile and a half down the road of utter stupidity. He was quite pleased with himself, and I have to admit that I laughed pretty hard. But then I was done and he wasn't. He was so pleased with his great idea of a cure for my ailment that he told me I should blog about it today. So I am. But I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of knowing what the great cure is. Because it's stupid. And immature. And I just refuse.