‘If you participated in Style by Jury, they would change a lot about you,’ my husband suddenly declared, while spreading his sandwich with a thick layer of peanut butter.
‘Well, look at your self!’
‘Perhaps my hair,’ I agreed.
He nodded enthusiastically. ‘And different clothes!’
But now his sudden interest in my looks started to irk. ‘Are you trying to tell me something, chubby man in Birkenstocks?’
Too late he realized his mistake, and started to retreat.
‘I think I’ll go to the bathroom,’ he smiled a bit nervously.
‘Yeah, you do that!’ I shouted to his retreating back. ‘But I find you guilty to marital cruelty in the first degree!’