And they say romance is dead

Mr. Squab, in the kitchen fixing his plate: I sure do love you, honey.

Me, at the dining table: Ditto, dear!

Mr. Squab: And I sure do love what you have in your pants.

Me: (snicker)

Mr. Squab, grumbling to self: I notice there wasn’t a “ditto” after THAT.

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