The fighting begins

OK, if you know Craig at al, you'll understand my problem.

If I have to answer any of these questions multiple times within 30 seconds, I'm going to smother the sonofabitch in his sleep:
1) Where are we?
2) What day is it?
3) When are we leaving this town?

Let me recount a conversation from a few days ago (from a Saturday in Nashville):
JP:
If we leave here on Monday, then we'll have a night Louisville before we get to Cleveland on Wednesday.
CP:
What day is today?
JP:
Saturday.
CP:
So, we're only staying two nights here?
JP:
No, today is Saturday. If we leave on Monday, we'll have been here three nights.
CP:
What day is today?
JP:
Saturday. We want to be in Cleveland by Wednesday to see the Twins.
CP:
So we're only staying here two nights?
JP:
No. If we leave on Monday, that will have been three nights.
CP:
Wait, what day is today?


This is merely a snippet of the conversation. And this conversation is very similar to many conversations that have take place this trip. I can't say that is is exaclty verbatim, but it's pretty friggin' close.

The only reason I'm posting this now is because we just had a mock argument about where all the cheese went (he ate it).

I love that guy. I'll be sorry to hear his death gurgle.