Predictability

The following discussion is based on actual events. The characters depicted represent themselves and are, in no way, playing nice with one another.

Jen: (Monday morning) "Honey? Just a reminder that this Friday our post is up for 'Dad Said, Mom Said'."
John: "Awww, man! Great."
Jen: "That sounded a bit sarcastic. What's wrong with you?"
John: "It's just that every time it's our turn to create a post, we sit down to think of a topic but the end result is me sleeping on the couch."
Jen: "What??! What the hell are you talking about?"
John: (sigh) "Okay. You're the blogger in the family and are the creative-half between us. So you want to write about somethig that's gonna catch everyone's attention. So somethimes we decide to be a bit edgy and ask one another 'what have we been disagreeing about lately?' and I think to myself 'Well, there's our first mistake'. We're opening up a conversation that we obviously disagreed about and most likely argued about. But now we're reopening the argument so that we can bring it back to life and argue about it some more. What this leads to is us getting re-pissed off at each other which, in turn, leads to me sleeping on the couch and you going to bed alone."
Jen: (becoming a little annoyed) "So, what exactly are you saying? That it's not okay to disagree?"
John: "No, that's not what I'm saying at all! It's okay to disagree, in fact, it's healthy to disagree. But what I'm saying is that with our lives the way they are -- moving in with your folks, you and your crazy periods, and dealing with the kids and becoming exhausted from dealing with the kids -- that leaves roughly 2.2 days of any time I might hope to be intimate and spend time with you. And for some reason, it's like the planets and their moons align just right, our turn comes up to post during the week of those 2.2 days. And you know what happens then?
Jen: (sarcastically) "I'm sitting on the edge of my seat."
John: "Smartass. I'll tell ya what happens. We spend two days arguing..."
Jen: "We don't 'argue' about it!!"
John: "Okay. *shrug* So we spend two days 'disagreeing' about what we're to post, and the night before (that's the .2 part of the equation) drafting it! Then we both go to bed pissed off at one another."
Jen: "That's just about the most absurd thing I have ever heard! Honestly! You're blowing this waaaay out of proportion."
John: "Oh yeah? So, how about after we post this we sneak upstairs, get naked, and get some lovin' on?"
Jen: "Fuck you. I'm going to bed. Don't even think about coming in there asking for any."
John: (slight smile on his face) "Yup, that one was right on the money."
Then, calling to Jen, "Hey Honey? Throw me down my pillow, would ya?"