I pull into the garage, he parks outside as he is headed back to work soon. As I open my door, he is waiting for me to get out and I turn to see his shirt unbuttoned half way and his hairy (albeit only slightly, but hairy nonetheless) chest exposed.
He says to me in the most Italian of an accent a horse-riding Panhandle boy can muster, "Baby, have you seen my gold chain? I can't find it anywhere."
I just rolled my eyes and laughed. But when I thought about it later, I thanked God for a husband who still wants to joke around and with whom I'm completely in love with, even in these times of total dorkiness!