Earlier this week, Mr W and I were running errands. He stopped at the neighborhood QT because I wanted to get something to drink (love the ice there) and as we pulled up, I noticed two large piles of wood right outside the door.
I always get a chuckle that anyone in our city would use firewood, but to each his own. (Fireplaces in the Valley of the Sun just seem a bit much.)
As we were getting out of our seatbelts, Mr W gestured towards the piles, asking "Should we get some wood?"
At which point I leaned over a little, raised an eyebrow, leered a bit at his package, and said, using my best low voice, "I got all the wood I need, baby."
It was good for a laugh.
Besides, once in a while it doesn't hurt to remind him he's still got it.