You Men and Your Fucking Selective Memories

Normally I'm not one to jump on the "Females are from Venus and Men are from another Galaxy Entirely" bandwagon, but I'll make an exception in this case.

SO is going to be an uncle again. And the BG's niece came over the other day with her 2 month old girl.

Cue the SO's atomic biological clock and much ribbing from the BG & flatmates.

So lying in bed the morning after Pavlov's atomic biological clock, SO once again pronounces that he wants a kid in around two years. It's in the AM and therefore my level of tact is automatically set to Zero.

We've had the Sproglings Discussion before.
We did? When?
At the Chinese restaurant.
...
We talked about marriage *and* kids.
Oh yeah. You want to be married before having kids.
*I resist the urge to use his head as an imaginary bell and say "DING DING DING! We have a winner folks!"*
What about having kids and then getting married? Like when we're 50?

The last comment is him pushing my buttons. Fucker. But he honestly didn't immediately remember the conversation. Silly me. Here I was thinking that on the subjects of Desires One Wants Out of Life, one would remember serious conversations with one's SO. Most especially when you are not the one who has to be In Gestation for Nine Fucking Months and will most likely end up with saggy tits and an ass the size of Bermuda.

Apparently not.

Apparently it's more along the line of 'Ooga Ooga, Me Want' and serious discussion form the 2nd party involved goes flying over one's pointy little noggin. Then you see something shiny and forget for a while until something triggers the 'Ooga Ooga Me Want' all over again.

Let me tell you what you can do with the Ooga Ooga, buddy...