Don't worry. This isn't some mushy, lovey-dovey, sap-fest, that'll make you stick your finger down your throat or roll your eyes. I promise.
About two weeks ago, in our regular Amazon.com package delivery, Dwight pulls out a remastered DVD of the BBC mini series adaptation of "Pride and Prejudice." He knows I love it. He bought it for me before, on regular DVD but this is a MUCH better copy. So score one for being thoughtful. What a guy.
I was watching it this weekend while baking and Dwight sat down for a bite to eat. Darcy had already declared his love for Elizabeth, she vigorously refused and he responded in a letter, explaining his actions and clarifying her misconceptions surrounding Mr. Wickham. They, along with Mr. Bingley and his sisters, as well as Georgina, Darcy's sister, were gathered in the parlor. Things were said, looks were exchanged and it was clear that Darcy still had the hots for Elizabeth.
Just after Darcy gave his smoldering look, Dwight said, "He's picturing what her ankle looks like."
I burst out lauging. In fact, I'm lauging right now. And THAT is why I love my husband. He makes me laugh like no one else can.
He's picturing what her ankle looks like. Priceless.