My husband did something very cute tonight that made me laugh. I said, "I'm totally going to blog about how cute you are!"
He said, "No."
I said, "You're mean, not letting me blog about how cute you are." (Notice how he went from "cute" to "mean" in less than 7 seconds?)
He said, "In what universe can I actually control what you write or don't write?".
I said, "If I blogged about something that you asked me not to blog about, that would damage our relationship."
He said, "Write whatever you want. But if you're going to write about me, can't you write about my penis?"
(I swear he said "penis".*)
I said, "Of course I can write about your penis. You have a great penis."
He said, "Not 'penis', 'P-ness'. With a hyphen."
We laughed. Because many years ago, when Randy** was married to someone else, they were going to a meeting. Randy was running late and told his wife to let everyone know that he was late because on the Myers-Briggs scale he's an INFP and P types (P stands for perception) are frequently late. So, blame it on his P-ness. His wife went to the meeting and told everyone Randy was late because of his penis. They looked at each other and shrugged.
*I never did actually find out what he said instead of 'penis'.
**When I asked Randy if I could call him Randy on the blog, or just say "my husband" he said, "Yes." That's the kind of man he is :)