Husband, walking out the door this morning: I forgot to put on my belt.
Me: Which belt?
Husband: The wide black one?
Me, blinking: Should I hide it?
Husband, growling: Only if you want a piece of it.
Me: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
Husband: You are so opinionated.
Me: I'm not more opinionated than anyone else, I just can't hide anything on my face. I'm too expressive.
Husband: This is true.
Me: That's why I suck at Poker. If they invented a game where the object was to be honest about the cards in your hand, I'd totally win.
Husband, smiling: There is a game. It's called, "Talk to My Husband."