This is the difference between me and my husband
If we have a disagreement
I think so what
He thinks oh my god I thought we were doing fine
My life is over
I stood upon a termite-ridden plinth
Whatever a plinth is
And it crumbled under my weight.
So then I say to him
Don’t get dramatic
And he says but I thought we were getting along
I thought we were in love for a million years
I thought we stood on a solid plinth
Whatever a plinth is.
I say we are doing fine
It’s just a little disagreement
And anyway now that I have thought more I find
Myself in agreement with you
Totally, plinth-wise
Whatever a plinth is.