Last night as she was heading to bed, Angela said to me, "I wish I had a blog to work out the complex affair I have with the lawn." Pause. "I mean, relationship."
"Wait a second, you said 'affair.'"
"I meant 'relationship.' Complex relationship with the lawn."
"You're having an affair with the lawn. I knew it!"
A sigh, a roll of the eyes. These, I am familiar with. *grin*