Yesterday, Micheal and I agreed to disagree (JK we didn’t even agree on that). It was the “2nd to last football game of the year” **eye roll** and he wanted to go meet his friends at the bar to watch it. After a few minutes of good ol’ healthy arguing about why he should stay home and hang out with us on the only day of the week that we both had off — he reluctantly decided to watch it at home. By reluctantly, I mean he then sat on the couch for both football games with a crappy attitude (THAT’S THE ENTIRE DAY for anyone that needed clarification on how long two football games last). Pouting husband on the couch = probably more annoying than if he had just gone to the bar to watch the game.