Today a put a question to my manager which he responded by saying ‘I do’.
I quickly clarified it wasn’t meant to be a marriage proposal.

Today a put a question to my manager which he responded by saying ‘I do’.
I quickly clarified it wasn’t meant to be a marriage proposal.
My husband (to the shop assistant): ‘I would like a bike for myself – what do you recommend?’
Me (to my husband, leaving the restaurant): ‘Aren’t you cold?’
He: ‘Of course not! It’s because I am a Very Tough Guy.’
Me: ‘I see. Shall we call a taxi home or rather walk?’
He: ‘Uhh, rather taxi, no walk.’
Me: ‘Pardon? Didn’t you say you were a Very Tough Guy?’
He: ‘Eeeehmmm.. of course I am. Only I feel sorry for the pavement..’
A regular Sunday evening home – each member of our family communicating in his/her own temper.
Me (exhausted): ‘I’ve been suspecting for a while that our children have inherited some secret Italian genes..’
My husband: ‘I would love to talk to you about it only I cannot hear what you’re saying..’