Husband and I were bickering about the infomercial Sham - Wow. Cause that's what we do. Have inane arguments to amuse ourselves. The squabbling started because I kept saying, "Wow!" while watching the infomercial.
Husband: That doesn't work! Stop saying Wow!
Me: It does! It does! Look, he's barely pressing the carpet and it sucks up all that spilled cola into some kind of vortex.
Husband: First of all, who says "Cola"? And where does all the liquid the Sham-Wow sucks up go?
Me: The liquid goes into the bowl! The clear glass bowl! Are you blind man?
Me: (Watching TV) Wow.
Early the next morning a flash flood hit Illinois. Specifically, our basement. Our approach was to have me use the shop vac to suck up the water that was forcefully rushing into our lower level. Then my husband would run the sloshy full shop vac canister up the stairs and throw the water out the door. Repeat, infinitely.
In between water runs we were both trying to build a dam made of old towels down the side of the basement hallway. Trying to keep the water from reaching all of the new Christmas toys we had stacked up in the playroom.
Me: Bet ya could use a few fucking Sham-Wows now eh?