One of the things Miss D. and I enjoy about our marriage is that we share a sense of humor, and of the ridiculous. It helps when we can laugh with, rather than at, each other.
Tonight she was reading a conversation (in comment form) on another writer's blog, concerning writing as art, and sexuality, and the like. She read part of the give-and-take to me, then asked innocently:
Miss D.: Darling, would you say that you sublimate your sexuality in your writing?
Me: (Looks at her silently for a long moment . . . ) You know, that's a question that defies an answer. If I say "Yes", you'll start making sarcastic remarks about my lack of drive or interest. If I say "No", you'll ask "Well, what is it, then?" I just can't win for losing!
She still hasn't stopped laughing . . . lovingly, of course.
(Rolls eyes, stomps off to play with computer)