Feeling Stelline

(At this point in my life I was working with a personal trainer several times a week and frequently came home physically exhausted.)

Me: *comes in the door and dramatically collapses on the carpet* “I feel like spaghetti!”

Boyfriend: *puts down the laundry basket he’s carrying and swiftly removes all of his clothes, puts his hands in the air and yells* “And I’m a NUDE-le!”

Me: *speechless*

Boyfriend: “See? We were meant to be together.” *picks up the laundry basket, still naked, and calmly walks away*