Tunisia

Marta; Honey we went to Tunis, not Tunisia.

Jonas; Yes we went to Tunis, the capital of Tunisia.

M, OK honey.

J; I'm going upstairs to Google this.

M; Right know?

J; Yes.

So I do and Marta had done some crap to upgrade her face book that gave seven error messages so it took a bit to clear that crap. So I bite my tongue from the remarks I can barely hear from downstairs, why doesn't she ever get that I'm a bit hard of hearing and no I will not wear a hearing aid. So finally, Tunis is the capital of Tunisia, a country on the Mediterranean in Northern Africa.

J; Honey, come check it out!

Marta runs up the stairs.

J; See!

M; Mmpffhh.

J; I told you so.

M; Did you take the rest of my wine?

J; No, I took half of what's left of your wine.

M; Who said you could?

J; You hate it when I'm right.

Marta runs back down stairs with out a word. I sit here and feel the greatness of being right for once. I will hang here in utopia for just a little bit more to enjoy this magical moment. The moment it precious, easily disrupted and she will way to soon find my swim trunks that I left on the bedroom floor but am so not supposed to and then I'll be back in reality.