The Marine Vs. The Girl

I'm sure a lot of you are wondering what the boy and I could possibly have to talk about on some days.... Here's a little peek into our lives.

The Marine thinks he knows everything. He probably does, but don't let him know I said that. He also thinks that I need to be a Marine. I laugh in his face every time. Tonight he decided he was going to train me in the art of...well just read it.


Girl: How was your day?

Marine: Do you need a bigger hat?

G: That would be what you choose to talk about.

M: ;) well I got to train you in combat warfare survival

G: Through hats?

M: Good to go? The 1st step in survival is to always be prepared.

G: I'm not prepared then. My hat is too small. My brain cells do not get enough oxygen. Can I wear my pink hat?

M: No, what size is that hat?

G: Why not? I'll hide around dead zebra carcasses so I blend in.

M: No, second you will lose your fear of knifes

G: Knives. If I'm going to be trained in this you can at least spell things correctly.

G: And why? I'm perfectly happy not liking knives.

M: Well that's to bad.

G: I'm wearing my pink hat. Final answer.

M: Well the zombies will get you first then

G: Zombies are blind. Why else would they walk with their arms out like that?


And that was the end. Clearly I prevailed. I did not give away the size of the hat, I got to wear my own pink hat, and he had no response to blind zombies.

P.S. This is the hat that is WAY too small.