When in doubt, I’ve found that if a potential post is excrutiatingly embarrassing, it’s probably going to be a big hit (because you people are sadists), so here you go…

She’s gonna kill me for this one.

Jackie and I had one of those married couple moments this evening. (No, not an argument.) In the hour between Farscape and Angel I quickly changed from my sweats to a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt and we went down to the pet store for animal grub. I was walking Jake around the store (there was an obedience class going on, so he had lots of dogs to look at and taunt — you know, cuz he could walk around and they couldn’t), and I see my wife coming from the other end of the store (cat food section).

She is wayyy down at the end of this aisle, and she heads my way. As we get closer, she says something to me, but quietly. All I get is “… pants on.”

“What?”

She sidles up to me, RIGHT up to me, close, puts her arms around me, looks deeply and intently into my eyes, and murmurs, “Honey?”

“Yeah?

“Your. Fly. is. Down.”

She then provides cover. Smooth.

(Yah see how I foreshadowed that with mentioning having to change clothes in a hurry? See the artistry?)