(I walk into the house, just back from dinner with a good friend. Hubs is on the couch watching television.)
Me: (plopping onto couch) Hey, babe.
Hubs: (not taking eyes off television for a second) Hey.
Me: (fidgeting, looking for attention.) So...dinner was good.
Hubs: (still glued to television) Cool. Glad you liked it.
Me: What the hell are you watching?
Hubs: It's a Western.
Me: (laughing) What? You watch Westerns? Since when? I thought we were going to watch "Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion" to get in the mood for your reunion this weekend.
Hubs: (rolls eyes) Let's watch this first, then we'll watch that.
(ridiculous dialogue on the television about Colt 45's or gun powder potency or some ridiculous sh*t.)
Hubs: (sighs nostalgically) Sometimes I think it would really be cool to live in Western times.
Me: (mouth on floor) Seriously, babe? You know there weren't any Wendy's and McDonald's in the old West.
Hubs: So? It'd be like camping...but all the time.
Me: You don't like to camp.
Hubs: Well yeah, but everyone would be camping along with you...
Hubs: ...and you would get to wear HATS!
Me: I'm going downstairs to watch "Tori and Dean."