I’m sitting here reading a romance novel and I start laughing just as Puppy walks in the room.
He says, “The sight of me eating a cookie in a shirt and no pants is that funny?”
“No. The scene in the book.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at my quizzically so I continue, “The woman has the opportunity to ask her husband questions about his first wife and he is surprised when she asks him a bunch of questions that more or less reflect, ‘Is she prettier than me?’ He doesn’t understand that women want to know if the earlier women were prettier and what they really want to know is that they are the prettiest one ever. And if the first wife was prettier, lie.”
“Have I ever mentioned that you are so much prettier than {insert the name of first wife}?”