I was sitting on the bed, reading. That is when SSM walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. (No, this is not an erotic post.) And then the following conversation took place.
SSM: You know, a funny thing just happened and I have a feeling you might have an explanation for it.
I looked up from the book and raised my eyebrows.
SSM: I had a bath and then I was wrapping the towel around my waist when I noticed that the towel does not seem to cover me up right. Please explain.
Me: Oh that; I cut it up.
SSM: You, what?
Me: I cut up the towel. And you are right it is not covering you up properly. The thigh look sexy.
SSM: (with a deep breath) Why would you cut my towel?
Me: I needed it.
SSM: For what?
Me: To make a cover for the weighing scale.
SSM: Why my towel? And why on earth does the weighing scale need a cover. I mean you don’t even use the damn weighing scale.
Me: Exactly my point. Because I do not use it, it needs to be taken care of and hence the cover. And your towel was nice and soft; just exactly right for the weighing scale.
SSM: That makes no sense.
Me: It will once you see the cover... Check this out
SSM: Fat to Fit! How innovative!
Me: You know I am bad with blog titles. Stop sneering.
SSM: This is not a blog. What is wrong with you?
I grunted and got back to my book. SSM walked to the wardrobe.
SSM: Hey I can’t find my grey trousers.
Me: Do you ever find anything around the house.
SSM: No, seriously, I can’t find them.
Me: Oh, the grey one?
Me: The one you look really good in.
SSM: Seriously? You never told me that.
Me: Well, Yes, you did look very good in them
SSM: Did? You said that in past tense?
Me: Erm, the grey trousers… I cut 'em up.
Me: You know I saw this really awesome quilt design made out of old trousers. It was awesome. I just had to make it.
SSM: Those were not old trousers. They were good ones.
Me: Exactly, they will make a good quilt.
SSM: You are insane
Me: I know. Erm… by the way, I also cut up your brown trouser.
SSM: NO! WHAT! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?
Me: Relax. You will not be upset once you get a glimpse of the quilted bed sheet that I am making.
SSM: What the hell is that? Who is ever going to sleep on that?
Me: Arre, it is not made yet. This is just a bit of it. It will look awesome once made. And anyway one does not sleep on a bed sheet. One sleeps on a bed cover. (The last line was not part of the conversation but just a few days ago I went shopping for bed sheets, with a friend and that is where I learnt the difference between a bed sheet and a bedcover. So, I am just showing off my newly acquired knowledge. Ha!)
SSM: Are you mad? ARE YOU MAD? ARE. YOU. MAD?
Me: Relax! Why are you getting so worked up? You have enough trousers and you will be buying more during Pujas. Come to think of it, I don’t have a single trouser in my wardrobe.
SSM: Yes, you don’t. And that is because... you do not wear them!
Me: I could wear a trouser if I had one.
SSM: (with a deep sigh) There is no point talking to you!
ME: You know, that towel is really not covering you up!