We went shopping for groceries last Saturday and SM wanted to stop by BoJangles for a sausage biscuit since someone around here didn't make him his breakfast.
Anyhow, we go through the drive thru and SM gets his bag and asks for a couple of katsup packet's and then tosses it all onto my lap as he continues to drive.
I pull the biscuits out of their wrapper and try to pry them apart so I can squeeze some katsup on them.
"Man, these biscuits are fresh! They're hot AND falling apart!"
To which SM replies,
"Just like you, Baby... Hot AND falling apart."
Can't fault his observational skills now can I?
By the way...This is what passes for flirting when you're over fifty.
Just so ya know. @;)