During a fic editing session…

Hubby: I hear you girls, and your exciting use of punctuation.
Me: Oh yeah, it’s been thrilling
Random_nexus: We used a colon earlier!
Hubby: You use a lot of colons in your writing.
Lady-Karasu & Random_Nexus: *laughs*
Hubby (from other room): I’ve seen your dash!
Me: Wait, my dash, or my /dash/?
Hubby: Your /dash/, I know how much colon use goes on…

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*

Best part is, he knows about the slash…

Radio (in car): *blurb about ’50 Shades of Grey’ popularity*
Hubby: *pauses* Isn’t that just bad fanfiction?
Me: Huh? Yeah. Was a Twilight AU that had the names changed and was published. Bit of a controversy about it in the fanfic community, actually.
*bit more conversation about 50 Shades and its accompanying controversy, as well as some of the running jokes about the quality of the smut*
Him: That’s it! You want a job you’d like – write AU fic and change the names.
Me: I, what? I don’t think that’ll work…
Him: People want smut! I’ll support this. You could make money off it.
Me: Really don’t think that’ll work. Anyway, I don’t usually write much smut, outside of occasional RP. I mean there’s some, but… Would you really want me to do that?
Him: Yeah, sure! I’d support that. Just… change their names to… Merlock and Ron.
Me: *laughs* God I love you. You know ‘Merlock’ is an AU for Sherlock, right?
Him: What? Oh. Well, then… *pauses, thinking* Sherrinford and Ron.
Me: Did you just – /Sherrinford/? You just pulled Sherrinford out on me? *kisses* I can’t even believe you /remember/ the Sherrinford thing.
***later***
*Hubby pops into my office*
Him: I’ve got it! Sherrinford Bomes, and his faithful companion, Dr. Prometheus Watman.
Me: Oh god… *laughs*
Him: You’re welcome! *strolls away, chuckling*
***yet later…***
Me: Probably Ormand Watman, if we’re going that route…

Husband was walking around in a robe this morning (I do not believe there was a satsuma in the pocket, but I didn’t check), and puts on some 3D glasses that were on his dresser for some reason.  Without saying anything, he goes into my office, looking around my desk.  I finally ask what he was looking for and he said ‘your sonic screwdriver; 3D glasses work better with a sonic screwdriver…’   I gave it to him (11’s – 10’s in the the other desk, but it didn’t seem to matter) and he did in fact sonic it, looked pleased with himself, and wandered off again.  God I love my husband.  I’m almost certain that was just meant to make me laugh.  Which, conveniently, it did. ^_^