#1: Something Stinks
Me (smiling gaily to hide the toil of trying to meet my new domestic diva goddess goal of getting a not-straight-from-the-can dinner on the table by 6pm as often as possible): Ah, welcome home, sweet darling!
Mister (with wrinkled nose): Something stinks. (sniff, sniff) Seriously, what is that horrible stench?
Me: Um, your dinner.
#2: The Only Time He's Ever Seen a Glimpse of Our Blog
Mister: Why is there a picture of your sister with a dead animal on our blog?
Me (keeping it simple): For this little essay on sisterhood that I wrote.
Mister: Can you do a little post thingy that says "Michael Hansen does not condone the killing of helpless animals?"