Not Ecstatic About The Static

(My husband and I are getting ready to watch our shows one evening. I have a tendency to collect static in the wintertime—a joy of 70’s shag carpet. Kisses aren’t so nice when you shock each other.)

Me: “Ground yourself before kissing me. I’m static-y.”

Husband: “Why?”

Me: “Safety precautions.”

Husband: “Does everyone have their exit buddies?”