(Sitting at a stop-light. Saturday afternoon.)
Hubs: (Stares intently at me, glazed over look in his eyes.)
Me: (smiling and sticking neck out slightly.) What is it, babe?
Hubs: (squints heavily and leans toward me)
Me: (shocked at how Hubs is admiring me) What? What are you thinking about?
Hubs: (raises one eyebrow) It's been awhile since you've used that white upper lip cream, hasn't it? The hair on your lip sparkles in the sun.
Me: (rolling eyes) I'll get right on it.
...after one year and five months, the honeymoon's officially over.