When my husband and I were first married, we'd say a lot of things that were either misunderstood, too under our breath to be heard clearly or just so out there that we ended up with a few phrases of our own.
One day I was whining, I know shocking, about something insignificant. Apparently, the Rocket Scientist couldn't understand me or needed a way to deal with the whining, because this is how it went down.
Me: Whining to myself
RS: "What's the matter?"
Me: More whining, still not loud enough to be completely understood.
RS: "What did you say? Your tough's broke and you can't turn your whiner off? Is that what you said?"
Me: Now laughing. "Close enough."
So, that is me today. I woke with a headache that qualifies as my "tough is broke and I can't turn my whiner off."
I'll be back tomorrow when my tough is fixed.