Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 10
(My husband has just come home from work and I’m finishing making dinner, just waiting for the food to simmer a bit longer. We’re being a bit silly as we haven’t seen each other all day, and we start touching random body parts of each other while trying to dodge being touched.)
Me: “Got your elbow!”
Husband: “Got your boobs!”
Me: “Got your head!”
Husband: “Got your…” *slight pause* “…love handles!”
(I should note he’s touching my hipbones.)
Me: *frowning* “Love handles?!”
Husband: *nervously* “Umm… yeah?”
Me: “Love handles are FAT, [Husband]!”
Husband: “NO NO NO NO NO! NOT WHAT I MEANT!”
Me: “Love handles are the fat on your sides that people use as… handles… to grab on to. Because they’re soft and flabby.”
Husband: *silence*
Me: “Go eat your dinner.”
Husband: “THANKYOUILOVEYOUI’MSORRY!”