Not Quite Singing You Praises

(We just got home, and my partner puts on some music. I give him a questioning look.)

Partner: “It’s too quiet.”

Me: ‘But I can sing for you!”

Partner: “You can’t sing.”

(I feel a bit hurt and pout, pulling my top lower to expose more cleavage.)

Me: “How dare you say that to the owner of these boobs you love!”

(He reaches out and grabs them both.)

Partner: “Luckily your boobs can’t sing either.”