Scene: I’m about to listen to some music on the computer. I have headphones on my head.
Husband: You’re pretty.
Me: Oh, you’re only saying that because I have cones on my head.
Husband (chuckles): Cans, Amy. Cans.
I know that. Don’t know why I didn’t say it.
Unfortunately for me, I trip up like this fairly often. It really tickles my husband, though. Always has. He mentally collects them and brings them out whenever he feels like it.
I’d be offended if it wasn’t so nice spending my life with someone who finds the stupid things I do funny.