Last night, Spouse and I were in bed watching The Walking Dead, when we had this conversation.
Spouse: I love you, but if you zombie out, I am not letting you eat my brains.
Me, very serious like as I turn towards him: I would totally let you eat me. THAT's true love.
Spouse: Yeah, but you'd just be a light snack.*
I totally made that last part up, because I don't remember his response, but like, here's the deal. Does that mean he thinks* that I'm skinny, or that my brain is not a full meal?
And by thinks, I mean fictionally, of course.