Well That Dyed

(My husband and I are on our way home after participating in a race where people throw colored dye at participants. We are wearing shirts with the event name across the front.)

Me: “My shirt is completely covered in color! You can’t even see the words anymore. It’s like it says ‘run, blotchy thing, dye.'”

Husband: “I like to play with those blotchy things.”

Me: “Did you really just refer to my boobs as ‘blotchy things?'”

Husband: “That wasn’t a very good idea was it?”

Me: “No…”