“Your breasts smell nice.”
We’re in bed, in the dark, about to sleep. Kris kisses me goodnight, and says, matter-of-factly,”Your breasts smell nice.”
I pull back and exclaim, in mock-offended tones, “Sir, how DARE you?! I am a PROPER LADY…you should be ashamed to talk so brazenly about my breasts like that! I should slap you!”
And then his voice: “WHAT are you TALKING about? I said ‘Your breath smells nice‘! Pfffsh…some “Lady” you are!”
I laughed till I cried.
I lie. Really, I laughed till I farted.
Then I laughed some more.