Jerremy and I had a quiet evening, just hanging out on our couch while we did some RL stuff on our computers. While he was AFK for a bit, I had this imaginary conversation with him:
Pretend Jerremy (me using a deep voice in my head): Hi, Honey! Thank you so much for doing the dishes the other day! I owe you, like, a thousand back rubs.
Me: It's no problem, Sweetheart! [bats my eyelashes]
Pretend Jerremy: No really. You are probably the best wife ever in the history of wives. And you are pretty, too. And smart. And you write great dialog. May I buy you some jewelry?
Me: Aw! You are the best husband.
Pretend Jerremy: I would gouge my eyes out rather than read another woman's blog.
Me: Oh, Babe!
Pretend Jerremy: It's true! Please go upstairs and put on one of the 1,976 sets of frilly lingerie you own.
Me: Of course!
Pretend Jerremy: Before you go up, hand me your prim feet! I will massage your toes as a prelude to our SLovemaking!
Me: [takes off my Maitreya feet and tosses them to him] Swoon!
But just then, Jerremy got back to his PC, so I don't know how my little fantasy ends. And Jerremy thinks I was just sorting inventory. :-P