Me: I have a massive zit right at the opening of my nostril.
Hubs: Those hurt like a bitch.
He notices that the radio has switched to a Savage Garden song, cringes, and changes the channel.
Me (still inspecting my nose): I'm so pissed about this stupid thing.
Hubs: You better stop; you're turning me on.
Me: I know. Between the zit talk and the Savage Garden, you don't stand a chance.
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