Every morning I listen to NPR while I'm getting ready for work. I like how they cover the serious news, yet manage to throw in a little schmultz for spice.
This morning the newscaster announced that it was Antonio Banderas' 47th birthday today. He's exactly one year younger than Bill.
Me: Honey, it's Antonio Banderas' birthday today.
Bill: Yeah, he already called me today.
Me: Uuh, oh? Huh. Did he call you "old"?
Bill: No, he calls me "Mysterious." And I call him "Matador." Mumble, mumble, mumble.
Bill: We have nicknames for each other because we're such ladies' men.
Yes, it's the "ladies man's" birthday day. When he blows the candles out on his non-existent cake, I bet he wishes for a wife that isn't such a shrew.
Happy birthday, honey. Oh, can you make sure the lawn gets mowed today?