Take, for example, last night. Having managed to get to bed at a relatively decent hour for a work night, Mr. Eggshells and I then found ourselves in a dialogue of epic proportions. (The term "epic" is also used ironically, but not like a black fly or anything. The real ironically.)
Mr. Eggshells (after a particularly weird comment that I can't remember because it was so weird I had to block it out or suffer a nervous breakdown. And don't call me a wuss for that because you just don't KNOW.): Brain, stop that or I'll stab you with a crayon.
Me: Oh! Make it burnt sienna!
M.E. (ha! get it? but it's not me, it's Mr. Eggshells): Burnt sienna is for amateurs. Blue is the color.
Me: What the hell? Burnt sienna is not for amateurs, it has layers 'n stuff. Plus you can use it for coloring the chocolate chips in cookies.
M.E.: Burnt sienna? What happened to, um, I don't know, BROWN?
Me: Well then burnt sienna is for the cookie part. I don't know it's been years since I drew them. But either way it's better than blue.
M.E.: (blah blah blah some argument for blue)
Me: *starts to comment but stops* I just realized that we're now having a full-on debate about which color crayon you'll be stabbing your brain with. We're so not doing this.
M.E.: *can't speak for laughing*
I don't remember much else of the conversation, but at one point before falling asleep I made the point that I was strengthier. Because that's apparently so much easier to say than stronger.
I think he won this round. Dammit.
ETA: Mr. Eggshells, upon reading this, reminded me what it was that he said that I blocked out. It was that he was hungry and wanted fish sticks (at 10:15 pm). Pity me.