SCENE: I MADE THE BOLD DECISION TO WASH AND DRY OUR COMFORTER, EVEN THOUGH THE TAG SAID NOT TO.
Veronica: Look! It came out perfectly, even though the tag said dry-clean only!
Jeremy: They're clearly in cahoots with the dry-cleaning industry!
SCENE: JEREMY IS IN THE KITCHEN, LAMENTING OUR DECISION TO NOT KEEP SWEETS IN THE HOUSE.
Jeremy: Oh, man, I wish we had a Frosty machine in our kitchen. NO! WAIT! I take that back. A SLURPEE machine. Yeah, Slurpee, all the way.
Veronica: Hmmm, I'd rather have a Frosty machine than a Slurpee machine.
Jeremy: Are you SERIOUS??? God, sometimes it's like I don't even know you.
SCENE: JEREMY GETS HOME FROM WORK, TAKES OFF HIS BUTTON DOWN LONG-SLEEVE SHIRT AND HANDS IT TO ME, GRINNING PROUDLY.
Jeremy: Smell the armpits.
Veronica: *Quizzical look*
Jeremy: Trust me.
Veronica: Whaaa??!?!??!! The armpits only have a slight scent of deodorant! No sweat! How is that possible?
Jeremy: Because I'm a dainty little flower.