That Was Nothing To Sneeze At

(My fiancée and I are sitting at our individual computers. I tend to drink a lot of cider, and the carbonation makes me burp… a lot. I have just let out a colossal belch when this happens.)

Fiancée: “Gesundheit.”

(I stare, thinking I may have misheard her.)

Me: “Wait… What?”

Fiancée: “…Oh. No. Not gesundheit. Excuse you. I meant to say excuse you!”

(By this point, I am laughing hysterically. My fiancée shakes her head.)

Fiancée: “I f***ed up, man. I f***ed up!”