We’re doing the morning routine in our little apartment’s single bathroom. The Hubby is drying his hair and I’m styling mine. I grab a bottle of mouse and spray a little in the palm of my hand. For some reason I decide to move my hand and the spraying can right next to the Hubby’s face. He doesn’t even flinch.
Me: You didn’t even flinch
Hubby: Nope, I didn’t did I?
Me: You’re just kind of resigned, huh? Either I was going to do it and you’d deal, or you guessed I probably wouldn’t spray it?
Hubby: It was the second one.
Me: Really? You don’t think I would have done it? After all these years?
Hubby: Well, I figured you wouldn’t put mousse in my eye.
Me: Yeah, but I totally would have sprayed your cheek or forehead or something.
Hubby: *considers* Yeah, you’d do that.
Me: But I think it’s sweet that you still trust me so much. It’s like you have a really bad memory.
Hubby: *completely deadpan* How do you think we stay married?