Him: (whispered) Happy Birthday Sweetie.
Me: Thank you.
Him: How old are you now?
Me: 35
Him: Sweet! You could run for president!
Me: I should be president. But you wouldn't vote for me.
Him: What? Yes I would!
Me: No you wouldn't. I'm not conservative enough.
Him: I would vote for you....I'm your husband.
Me: Nope.
Him: Are you trying to tell me you are a flaming liberal?
Me: No, just not what you are looking for. Besides, I'm a woman.
Him: But you're MY woman...................ugh, whatever, don't change the subject: Happy Birthday!
When I came downstairs, I discovered that he got the last word on the fridge.....
