Because I do live with teenage boys, and I do pretty much have a twelve-year-old boy sense of humor, and we were having the gas line to our new stove worked on today...I did basically accuse the plumber of being the source of the gassy smell. And I laughed at my joke. And Dave was silent. And the plumber gave me a little courtesy laugh...after all, I was getting ready to write him a check.
Yup, pretty sure I've crossed that line where you can't take me anywhere. Even my own home.