The inspiration for the following conversation came from a ball I’d thrown for the dog, which hit a tree about four feet away and rebounded back onto the path.
Husband: Well, you’ve got more strength in your throwing, but your accuracy hasn’t improved much.
Me: It has too! My accuracy HAS improved.
Me: Don’t say, ‘Ok’, as in: ‘Ok, I’ll magnanimously let her cling onto her pathetic little dreams’.
Me: I will not be patronised!
Husband: Ok: that’s shit! You sling the ball all over the place; most of the time you have NO idea where it’s going to go-
Me: Have I hit you in the head recently?
Husband: Well. No.
Thus Husband grudgingly agreed my throwing might have improved.
However, I’m now wondering how many times I aimed for his head and missed.