The Gift That Just Keeps Giving

Our conversation last night before prayer:
Husband: “please don’t leave me.”
Me: “Never. Just stop touching other men.”
Husband: “oh man! You make things so difficult!”
Me: “Okay, here’s a deal. I’ll stop touching other men if you do.”
Husband: “What? Who have you been touching?”
Me: “Well, you know, Warren. . .”
Husband: “Who?”
Me: “Warren. The Guy at Banana the other night.”
Husband (relieved): “Oh, honey. He was SO not into you.”

(just in case you didn’t catch it, this conversation was drenched in sarcasm. I haven’t been touching anybody. Husband hasn’t either. Mostly.)