I stop by my house from work for a quick lunch hoping to find my wife. She isn't there. I check the mail and the new Victoria's Secret catalog is in. I open it up to this page and get an idea. I grab a Sharpie and scribble "Jill - You are hotter!" on the models. I snap a photo of it and send it to her via a phone text.
She soon texts back:
"Yeah, I'm only hotter bc you actually get to f--- me, not j--- off to my picture. :)"
Of course, my delicate sensibilities are appalled. I text back, "Potty Mouth."
She replies, "Oh, how you love my potty mouth."
Sigh. She's right. I do.