I usually give a sunday dinner report. Sundays are family dinner time. Saturdays are when I like to doll up a bit and have a nice dinner waiting for when herself gets home from work. Time for us both to just be together and unwind from the long week.
Lamb. Herself picked up wine on the way home. She told me how beautiful I look. I told her the same as I do most every day
A bit after dinner and unwinding I rose and headed in the direction of the bedroom. The conversation went like this:
Herself: "You going in to de-corset?"
Me: "I'm not wearing a corset."
Herself: "b___h!"
Me: "What???"
Herself: "You look fabulous, I'm jealous!"
Me: "Hun, you're gorgeous every day! Besides, don't be jealous, be pleased! You can come home to a nice 'trophy wife', lol. "
Herself: "Hey! I want to be the 'trophy wife'!"
Me: "Sorry, dear, but you didn't marry well. We both have to work for a living. But we get to be each others' trophy!"