The other day, as I struggled to pull a t-shirt over my ample body, I asked my husband, who was sitting nearby if he noticed my putting on a few pounds over the holidays.
Hoping he wouldn't be too harsh, I waited for his response, which was uncommonly quick. "No," he said. "Actually, I think you are losing weight. Maybe we should have you checked out at the doctors next time we go."
At that moment, I wasn't sure whether to kiss him or set him up with the eye doctor. At that, he asked If I could please bring him his glasses from the nightstand.