*background - 1. prior conversations about me being sorted into Gryffindor house and not Slytherin house; 2. having conversation with the husband about stocking stuffers and gifts for family*

Him: "Hmm, maybe we just get him some edibles. They're legal now [in Massachusetts]. Oh, when you get the new job, you won't be subject to drug testing..."

Me: "Yeah, but they're still illegal under Federal law, so really..."

Him: "See, you keep claiming that you're a Slytherin, but really, is there a rule you don't follow? You're the guy who, instead of dumping the old couch downstairs at the trash room like everybody else, insisted on taking it somewhere else and was going to pay to put it in the dumpster."

Me: "But we didn't end up paying."

Him: "But you were ready to pay. You're totally a Griffindor."

Me: "Okay, fine, I admit it, I'm a Griffindor." :-P