Me: Before we watch TV just let me get my robe.
Hubby: The fuzzy blue one?
Me: Yes, why?
Hubby: Oh, nothing.
Me: What? You know it's my favorite robe! And it's so warm!
Hubby: And it's also starting to look like Dan Ackroyd's Santa suit in Trading Places.
Me: It is not!
Hubby: I bet if you reach far enough into the pocket you can pull out some smoked trout.
Me: That is disgusting.
Hubby: As is that robe.
Me: Noooo! Maybe an extra wash in OxiClean and a fluff in the dryer?
Hubby: Maybe a good dousing with gasoline and a match?
Me: That would be cruel. It's been such a loyal companion...
Hubby: We'll get you a new companion. Wouldn't you like a new companion?
Me: Well... I suppose. But where will you go?