Me, triumphantly, after a filling dinner: "I'm going to put on my jammie pants because I am a fat bitch!"
Dave: "That's refreshingly honest."
Me, after a pause: "You agree, then?"
Dave: Resounding silence.
Me, coming out into the living room in the aforementioned plaid pyjama pants: "Not going to answer, eh?"
Dave: "Mmmmnope."
*much later, as I post this*
Dave: "Why are you looking pleased with yourself?"
Me: *innocent look*
Dave, warily, "Ohh, you're definitely looking pleased with yourself. Why are you pleasing yourself?"
Me: *grin*
You know he's going to check this page in a minute.
Dave: "That's refreshingly honest."
Me, after a pause: "You agree, then?"
Dave: Resounding silence.
Me, coming out into the living room in the aforementioned plaid pyjama pants: "Not going to answer, eh?"
Dave: "Mmmmnope."
*much later, as I post this*
Dave: "Why are you looking pleased with yourself?"
Me: *innocent look*
Dave, warily, "Ohh, you're definitely looking pleased with yourself. Why are you pleasing yourself?"
Me: *grin*
You know he's going to check this page in a minute.