You come home from a hard day’s work. You kick off your shoes, grab a cold one from the fridge and plop down in your recliner. You grab the remote, turn the TV to ESPN… and the inevitable happens. Your wife steps right in front of you modeling some new article of clothing she bought on sale at some discount clothing store, where the only men who work there are in the back unloading semis full of discount clothing.

“Does this make me look fat?”

You stand a better chance of survival in a gladiator arena. In the flash of an instant, possible scenarios play out in your mind:

Me: You look great. Now, can I finish watching the scores?

Wife: Great? Do you mean like… great big? Is that what you mean?

Me: No, no I mean… you look wonderful. Can I just drink my beer and finish…

Wife: Wonder-full? Like full-figured? I’ll show you full! How about a full face of sutures?!

It doesn’t matter how you play it out… it still ends the same.

Sincere Me: Honey, you look like a goddess! You’re a pure vision of love and beauty. Now, if it’s not too much trouble, can I please finish watching? 

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