A conversation with my husband last night:
Husband: "Your belly is looking more round today."
Me: "Thank you?"
Husband: "Lemme feel." (Palms my rounded belly). "Oh man, it's actually firm. Weird."
Me: "Excuse me? Weird?"
Husband (realizing the inevitable hole he has begun to dig): "No, I mean, like, I thought it would be, you know, kinda....jiggly."
Me: (raised eyebrows)
Husband (falling quickly into said hole, shovel in hand): "No no no, I meant, well, I guess I didn't know it would be as hard. I thought, you know, since it is getting big that it would be squishy or something...."
Me: "What do you mean, squishy? Did you think I was just getting a little pudgier out front?"
Husband (searching in vain for a ladder from the depths of the hole): "Uhhh, I just thought that....oh crap..........I love you."
Me (one eyebrow cocked in mock perturbation): "Careful, mister. This rounded mass of firm pudge is half your doing, you know."
Husband (slowly removing hand from firm pudge mound): "Um, you're pretty."
Oh husbands, so funny to watch them dig their own hole! He is a good one, so I'll keep him. But...next time, maybe don't be shocked that my expanding gut is not made up entirely of fat.