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!”