Scott and I went to Starbucks this afternoon. It’s HOT here and I needed a cool, creamy treat.

The following is the actual conversation that took place as we left.

Me: Yum! My drink is like a milkshake.

Scott: (Dramatically sweeps arms out to the sides so I stop in my tracks, looks both ways)

Me: What’er ya doin’?

Scott: Just lookin’ for all the boys…

Me: …?

Scott: …You know because of the ‘milkshake’.

Me: I love you!