So, I was feeling all chipper and good about everything, and we were driving to the grocery store, and I said "I really like the way my eye photo came out. Not one wrinkle".
Cute Hubby: That's because it was out of focus.
Me: Way to rain on my feel good parade, brainiac.
CH: I'm not. The photo was fuzzy.
Me: Please stop talking.
CH: I like the eye photo. You're beautiful, honey.
Me: Too late.
CH: I didn't mean anything. I'm sorry.
Me: Seriously too late. Stop talking.
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