There are many cool things about being married. One of the best is how dropping "husband" ends so many discussions.
My mother: I saw your little pictures from Cartagena. Your dresses were cute.
Me: *laughing at "little" cause I know where she's going.The 'rents and I don't do public affection. We're not callous or anything. It's just not who we are. We're a more stoic people, unless we know you well, then we're goofy, but we still ain't touchy-feely. I knew my mother was going to mention the mud pics.*
Me: You did?
Mom: Ummmm- hmmm. I saw you getting in those volcano ashes too. With that swimsuit on.
Me: *laughing cause waiting on this conversation was like waiting on the sun to come up.*
Me: You mean the mud?
Mom: Mmmmm -hmmmm. The volcano ashes. That was your idea?
Me: It was. Yes.
Mom: Dragging my son-in law into the volcano ashes.
Me: You don't approve?
Mom: I wouldn't do it.
Me: Is there something wrong with me getting in a volcano?
Mom: I guess not.
Me: We had a good time.
Mom: I saw. You were all over Greg in those pics.
Me: Yes Yes, I was all over my huzzzzband. He liked it.
Mom: Well. *pause* It is your husband. *deep sigh and silence*