The scene: Calvin and I are relaxing on the couch last night, watching “Gary, Unmarried”. The female protagonist of this particular show (Paula Marshall) looks like this:
So, Calvin turns to me and says, “You know? She reminds me a lot of you.”
I look, a little incredulous, because she’s really really pretty, and I’m all hair up in a clip, grubbies on, slightly sweaty after futzing with dinner and night chores.
He continues, “You’ve got better hair, though.”
Now I’m chuffed and flattered and thinking, oh what a wonderful husband I have.
(Wait for it.)
“Well, except,” he continues, “she’s a lot skinnier than you are.”
Ladies and Gentlemen, my husband.
I started cracking up – because, really, you HAVE to laugh when he stuffs his foot so far into his mouth that he’s nibbling on his kneecap. He looked confused for a moment, then a dawning horror broke over his face as he realized just what he said. “No! I mean! Uh! Wait! I just meant… !”
He’s keeping me humble, people.