The Greatest

Scott saw my blog post.

"You're selling me?" he asks.

"Yep. To the lowest bidder," I giggle.

"One of my Facebook friends will buy me," he fakes moping.

"Suckers!"

"Hey, some women would like to come home to dinner ready every night, and would love to have a husband who can stare down a convenience store clerk without fear: 'Yes, chocolate and tampons. Whatever she needs. I am the greatest (bleeping) husband in the world!'"

It is hard to ague with that.