The following is an actual (albeit short) conversation Stephen and I had a couple of nights ago. I came to bed a little after he had gone to sleep.
Me: (obviously feeling very generous and grateful, leaning over to Stephen, and whispering...) "I love you very much."
Steve: "Your breath smells like fish."
And.
Okay, I got nothing. It was hilarious, and he couldn't even appreciate it because he was dead to the world. And to his credit, I'm sure my breath did smell like fish. So point for him.
3 comments:
haha thanks for that glimpse into the married life of Steve and Christine!
Maybe he thought he was talking to Franklin, who, since he's a cat, could very well have fish breath.
This...is why I love Stephen. Never has he minced words. Sorry about your breath... :-)
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