Driving in silence.
B: What are you thinking about, my darling?
Me: What are you thinking about?
Me: I’m smarter than you.
The next morning.
B: Ow. Be careful.
B: I have bruise right there from giving platelets.
Me: Uck! Uck!
B: It’s not a big deal.
Me: Blehhhh. That’s a yucky, sensitive place to have a bruise.
B: You’d put up with a bruise there if you could help, like, four people by just giving blood.
Me: Uck! Uck! I have to think about puppy dogs and rainbows now.
B: Why don’t you think about art?
Me: Ha! Punk.