Hubby and I are relaxing, watching Star Trek, and having a few beers. He gets a wild hair, and decides that right now is the perfect time to fix our malfunctioning portable ice maker. I go to refill my beer glass, and the following conversation ensues.
Hubby: Pour me another beer. I’m gonna need one to fix this thing.
Me: Don’t pour the beer in there. I don’t think that will fix anything.
Hubby: The beer goes in here!
(He points to his stomach)
Hubby: I know where the beer goes! Do you take me for a fool? Don’t answer that!