Some campaigns ago as debates were heating up, I became thoroughly distraught at the possible outcome, and while my good humor usually has a witty comeback, my remark surprised my husband when he asked what I would do if the election turned out less favorable.
Me: Become an assassin. *sticks out tongue*
He didn’t get too worried until after November when I started getting interested in throwing knives. *smirk*
After some years, we were remarking on the new elections when my husband reminded me of the past conversation.
Dirk: You haven’t done your duty yet.
Me: You still haven’t bought me my throwing knives.