Scene: It's after 10 o'clock last night. We (my slightly younger, loving and ever-sensitive husband and I) are laying in bed. I am drifting to sleep fast (sleeping pills already down to curb the nausea!) and he is watching the Auburn vs. Oregon championship football game.
T: "Not to say that you are old, but you are twice the age of these players."
B: (No longer drifting to sleep!) "What??? How old are they?" (I was kind of bugged...a little.)
T: "You know - 18, 19...some 20."
B: (Maybe still a little bit drifting to sleep...and remember, I take sleeping pills.) "What is 19x2?"
B: "Oh. Don't ever say that to me again!"
And then I snuggled up next to him and let myself start to drift off to sleep again, because even though he occasionally points out these things that I really do not want to hear, I love him...a lot!!!