Me: Well, that’s all I needed…
Hubby: (from the other room) What?
Me: Piece of Zoro art with a tiger tattoo… now I’m associating him with Moran
Him: No. Bad [wife]. Stop it.
Me: *laughs*
Him: *comes into office, looking around quizzically*
Me: What are you looking for?
Him: A newspaper. *continues looking around for a moment, then comes over to bob me on the nose manually*