So, for purposes of this blog, my boyfriend’s name is JC. He’s a funny guy, often we get into bantering and it’s usually amusing. I think. Maybe I’m the only one who finds it funny.
JC: Did you know it’s easier now to get to Mars than it was back in Columbus’ time to get to America?
Me: No, I didn’t.
JC: I should say I’m looking for a super expensive ball of space metal, and the Queen will fund my endeavor to Mars.
Me: But that would never work. We don’t have a Queen.
It took me a while to realize why it was weird that I thought that was the biggest flaw with his brilliant plan.