At church today, the first thing my man said to me was, "You have something on your neck."
"Yeah," I replied. "A giant zit." Yes, I made the cardinal mistake of trying to pop a neck zit minutes before leaving for church, which just made it angry. Very angry.
As we sang the opening hymn, I noticed that my voice is finally starting to return. I lost it over two weeks ago on the drive to Las Vegas, and although my talking voice has (mostly) been back for about a week, my singing voice always takes longer to resurface. I did note, however, that my voice completely gave out on the top note of the melody, a treble D. When I pointed out to my man that I still can't reach that note, he immediately responded, "I'll bet the zit can."
I burst out laughing and couldn't sing the rest of the hymn. This is how we show our affection to each other. He teases me relentlessly about my flaws and I laugh at his jokes made at my expense. I think I'd rather have a foot rub.