Setting: Saturday night at my apartment
Scenario: The Fiancé and I are relaxing after dinner
Me: I need to show you something in the bedroom.
Him: That movie didn’t end too well for the characters.
Me: *closes bedroom door, starts to take off jeans*
Me: I need you to look at this bruise situation I have on the back of my thigh. It hurts, and I can’t see it because of where it is.
Him: Um, it’s a bruise.
Me: IT HURTS! There is like a bite mark or something. Do you think an alien attacked me at night?
Him: It’s possible.
Me: I’m cold.
Him: Put your pants back on!