When fishing for compliments goes awry... a cautionary tale.
Scene: The day of America's birth. After a lunch of red meat, beer, and Rice Krispies treats, Jeff and I alight to the sofa for a nap.
Hmmm, wait, I don't think Jeff and I were alive in 1776. Plus I don't think Rice Krispies treats had been invented yet.
Scene: The anniversary of America's birth. Etc.
Anyway, here's what happened:
Me: [Stroking my beloved's hair] I'm a good wife, right?
Me: I'm the best wife.
Jeff: Yes, by default.
Me: I bet even if you had a lot of wives I would be the best.
Jeff: You'd be my bottom bitch.
Me: Right now I'm totally your favorite wife, though.
Jeff: But since I only have one, you're also my least favorite.
Lesson learned: Give a woman a compliment, feed her for a day. Teach a woman to fish for compliments, feed her for life.