(Me singing to my sushi at dinner…)
BH: What are you singing?
BLC: The Violent Femmes.
BH: That’s good. Even you have a better voice than he does.
BH: There’s nothing as filling as hot cocoa.
BLC: Chunky Monkey.
BH: Well, that’s like hot cocoa, except it’s, well, cold.
Coworker: What did [BH] give you for your anniversary?
BLC: Clean dishes.
(After finding out I offered the half of the pulled pork sandwich I brought home to a coworker we refer to as “the family dog.”)
BH: I can’t believe you offered your oink to another man.
(As I kissed him while he was still lying in bed, and I was off to my 7 am shrink’s appointment.)
BLC: I don’t expect you’ll be here when I get back, so have a good day…
BH: No, I’ll be on my right side, not my left.