“So you know it’s that time of year again, right?”
My loving husband replied, “What do you mean?”
“I mean that your pants were obviously falling down on the job today.”
“Well, a body like this doesn’t happen without a little extra love during bikini season,” he comments as he sticks his gut out as far as he can to try to rub up against me.
“Yeah, but that white area between your plumber’s crack and the t-shirt got awfully sunburned today.”
“Let’s get something straight: I prefer to call that my moon ring.”