The Language Of Lazy Love, Part 2

(We are getting ready for bed. Husband goes into the kitchen with a shirt on and returns shirtless.)

Husband: “How’s this for lazy? I spilled some water and rather than fetch a towel I used my shirt to mop it up.” *looks pleased with himself*

Me: “How’s this for lazy? I wouldn’t have mopped it up.”

Husband: “Touché”