Me: [Noticing something on his ear] What is that? Did you somehow get...cat hair in your ear? [Sticking finger in his ear.]
Him: Stop, wife. [Swatting my hand away.]
Me: [Stifled laughter.] It's fuzzy! You have ear hair!
Him: Yeah. Thanks. And I'm sure it'll get long and dark soon enough. Great.
Me: And I'll make fun of you for looking like an old man.
Him: [Without missing a beat.] And I'll make fun of your mustache.
Me: [Running finger over upper lip dejectedly.]
Him: [Large grin.]
Me: Fine. I'll turn off the damn light.
(Go find me at MamaPop and Moxie today. I have things to day about Anthony Weiner's weiner, Lily Allen's wedding & pregnancy, and the latest blogging hoax scandal.)
Happy damn Monday.