Husband told me to sleep on the couch

Two years ago, we bought a house. The owners left behind a Baltimore Ravens blanket. My husband is a DIEHARD Patriots fan. (Yes, even after this season)

I grabbed the blanket the other day and used it for yoga. (I don’t care about football) my husband went into a mock rage, and started (jokingly) berating me for bringing a Ravens blanket into our bedroom, and started going off on what a terrible team they are.

I dug deep, and delivered this zinger; “What it’s not like they’re the worst team in their division?”.

That for him quiet for about 5 seconds before he handed me a pillow and told me (while laughing) I could sleep on the couch tonight.

*I did not sleep on the couch