"You're my favourite," Andrew told me last night.
"Favourite what?" I asked.
"Favourite everything."
"Favourite everything?" I challenged.
"Yup. Favourite wife, favourite..."
"Flavour of ice cream?"
"Mmmhmm. Yes, that," he said. "But not a lot of places carry that flavour so I always have to get cookies and cream instead."
I may have had to roll my eyes at many, many pick up lines over the last 12.5 years of marriage (ranging from, "Do you have a scripture marking system?" to "Your hair is the colour of old wood."), but finally, Andrew came up with a line so smooth that it at least had me laughing.
"Favourite what?" I asked.
"Favourite everything."
"Favourite everything?" I challenged.
"Yup. Favourite wife, favourite..."
"Flavour of ice cream?"
"Mmmhmm. Yes, that," he said. "But not a lot of places carry that flavour so I always have to get cookies and cream instead."
I may have had to roll my eyes at many, many pick up lines over the last 12.5 years of marriage (ranging from, "Do you have a scripture marking system?" to "Your hair is the colour of old wood."), but finally, Andrew came up with a line so smooth that it at least had me laughing.
Bee Gees!
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