(sitting on the sofa with Hubs watching a "True Blood" marathon.)
Me: God I love this show. I might even like it better than the books because...(tummy gurgles)...uh...because I-
(toot toot tooooooot tooot tooooooooot)
Hubs: (slowly turns head toward me) Oh. My. God.
Me: (sheepishly looking away) Oops. Sorry.
Hubs: Seriously, babe? That was wet. You should maybe go wipe.
Me: (slapping Hubs' arm) Ew!! It was not! It was just a little excess air. It's from the black beans in Chipotle earlier.
Hubs: (scrunching nose in extreme distaste) GROSS! Oh my God that smells!
Me: (smugly) Whatever. My toots smell like roses.
Hubs: (plugging his nose) Yeah. Roses dipped in shit.