Solar Dancer: O-w, I don't want to watch Volleyball; I want to see Michael Phelps.
Sleep Deprivation Ninja (holding baby and making tea in the kitchen): Who is Michael Phelps?
SD: He's the one they just did that whole special piece on. He's going to win the most gold Olympic metals of all time!
SDN: Like, in all disciplines?
SD: No, just swimming.
SDN: Oh... that's not as cool.
SD: It's still pretty cool. He's doing all the swimming stuff.
SD: No, just swimming... like, Different Strokes. (I swear she said it in Title Case)
SDN: Oh, like the TV show.
This is where Solar Dancer almost through a baloney sandwich at me. I was saved only by the fact that neither one of use likes baloney, so there was no sandwich to be thrown. But it was close. It was obvious in her fed-up gestures that she was ready to walk to the store, buy some baloney, come home and make a sandwich just to smear it on my loser face.
Instead of heaving meat at me, she hunkered down in defeat: "What you talkin 'bout, Willis?"
I saved face only by sitting down to watch the games. We poked fun at the athletes "inadequacies" while slovenly slaving away, working on our computers, staring up at the mother tit of commercial propaganda radiation that we so lovingly absorbed.