Recently hubby went on a motorcycle ride to escort World War II veterans to the war memorial (his group does it every time there's a flight of veterans). It was hot and sunny. He didn't (as usual) put on any sun screen. We later met for Starbucks (as usual). Here is that conversation.
Me: Probably should have put on some sun screen.
Hubby: ya think?
Me: that's gonna hurt tonight, guess I can expect you to scream like a little girl every time I roll over and bump into you.
Hubby: yes, but I don't scream like a little girl
Me: oh crap, I've stepped in some dog poo, give me your straw so I can scrape it off
Hubby: use your own straw, its right in front of you. Besides, I'm going to use mine to dribble cold frap onto my blistering skin
Married life quality time.