Husband: “Loki’s not done with that beer.”
Me: “But it’s old.” I go to dump it out with IRRITATED buzzing going on around the glass. I grump and put it back on the altar.
Husband: “I told you,” husband says, flipping the newspaper to another page without looking at me. I stick out my tongue in a totally adult, professional way.
Me: “Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you two get a room,” I fire back. This is quickly followed by a mental image that I did NOT prepare myself for. I almost choke on the air.
Husband: “What? What just happened?”
Me: “You really, really don’t want to know.”
Husband: “Why? Tell me!”
~*~Whisper, whisper, whisper~*~
Husband: “I’m not doing that,” he frowns and glares daggers at the altar.
Me: “Never say never!”
~*~runs away laughing~*~