Me: you know last night at the bridal shower we talked a lot about you. The girls asked me what you were doing and I told them eating Los Betos. We wished you would have come.
Justin: And watch chick flicks? Those are horrible.
Me: whatever you love them. But you could have done pedicures too.
Justin: like you would want my toe anywhere near you, you hate it.
Me: That's not true. If you were to spontaneously combust and every piece of you were gone except your toe I would pick it up and put it in my pocket.
Justin: you would pick it up with tongs and put it in a bag and put it in your pocket.
Me: No I would use my hands. Then when I got home I would draw a smiley face on it and set it on my nightstand.
There is something terribly wrong with that conversation... If justin spontaneously combusted excepting his big toe I should have immediately suspected a Peter Pettigrew type scenario. Obviously he would be performing a bit of complex magic to attempt to escape my grasp before he would ever just spontaneously combust no matter HOW much Los Betos he ate. Duh. 
