Art of Sarcasm

If you've met April, you know sarcasm doesn't come easily for her (giving it or understanding it).

I am nothing, if not a ball of sarcasm, so it's made for some memorable moments in our four+ year relationship.

That's why when April does manage to successfully use sarcasm, even if it's a dig at me, I can't be upset.

Quite the contrary.

I must commend her.

The other night, we'd just finished the dinner I'd made (salmon over sweet potatoes with a zingy/spicy sauce).

Apes got up to clear her plate and had made it all the way to the sink before I yelled, "Hey, selfish mc-selfish! How 'bout getting my plate too!"

"I AM, Heather! Geez. I was just going to rinse mine first and then come back for yours! Calm down."

"That makes no sense, April. Why wouldn't you grab BOTH plates so you don't have to make two trips?"

She rolled her eyes, walked back to the table, her plate still in hand, and retrieved mine.

Then she did it. She used sarcasm. AND a dead pan tone.

It was perfect.

Wait for it, Wait for it....

She said:

"Fine, Burger King. I'll do it your way."

Brilliant. Absolutely Brilliant.

PS - Go Saints!
PSS - Ang, thank you so much for your email. I'm responding and will send tomorrow. Love you big!