A Little Defensive, Aren't We?

The Mrs. read my last post, and rather than focus in on the hilarity of the "I love animals, too" line, instead she chose this tack:

I don't want you talking to college girls when you're at Fat Camp.

Like I was having some kind of long, drawn-out conversation. Like the fact that I made the poor girl flee in terror was actually some kind of come-on.

Today over dinner, however, she said, "I loooove animals," and then she cracked up. I myself still smile when I think of the line. It's a classic.