You Drew The Short Straw

(I first met my now-husband online in 1998, then in person in 2004. We went out with some other friends to eat at a restaurant known for their ice cream and he was over-excited for the color changing straw in his milkshake. Shortly before our second anniversary we are hanging out at home watching movies. I’m shirtless and he’s trying to “clap” my breasts with little success, so I decide to indulge him and do it myself.)

Husband: “I’m the luckiest boy in America!”

Me: “Wait. Boobs make you the luckiest boy in America, but a color changing STRAW makes you the luckiest boy in the WORLD?”

Husband: “Hey, I can see these boobs every DAY. But that straw was like a DREAM! It was there—“ *flutters his hand dramatically* “–and then it was gone!”