Doing It Mexican Style

(My husband and I decided to stop mid-intercourse to race across town before the local adult store closed, because we discovered that the toy we wanted to use had mysteriously melted in the box under our bed. He also occasionally forgets how in-sync we are.)

Me: *toy in hand* “We made it in time!”

Husband: *starts car and looks at me funny*

Me: “Don’t tell me you don’t want to anymore?”

Husband: “No, I do, a lot. I was just wondering if we could stop at Taco Bell on the way home?”

Me: “Oh, my God! I can get a freeze!”

(He won’t doubt my commitment to sex or Taco Bell for awhile.)