I said "lovED!"

Ben and I are sitting in the living room watching TV, me furiously typing away to finish one of the 46,000 projects I'm trying to get out of the way so I can have a blissful Birthday Week. Or at least weekend. And Ben is sprawled out on the couch, probably doing math computation in his head to determine what he needs to win this week's fantasy leagues. That's right, Internet. I said leagueS. We're watching some new show about a writer tutoring two spoiled heiresses when the following conversation ensues:

B: He kind of looks like that one guy.
R: mmm..? (clickity clackity, clickity clackity)*
B: You know, the guy that all the girls love...
R: (ckickity clackity, clickity clackity)
B: ...Scott Baio!
R: (silence, followed by a WTH look)
B: What?!
R: Did I miss the moment when we climbed in a time machine and went back to 1985?
B: I said 'loved' not 'love'. LovEDDDDD!"
R: (shaking head....clickity clackity, clickity clackity)

Yep. That's my husband - Mr. Relevant.

*Note: this is the sound of me typing on my laptop, not horses prancing through our living room