My momma told me not to talk with my mouth full. Sometimes it takes an object lesson to drive a point home.

My ever delightful husband took me out to get pastries in the early hours of a Saturday morning. That right there is enough to make a gal fall in love with a man. As we munched our muffins, I gazed across the table at him. He’s such a handsome man!

Suddenly washed with a warm feeling of admiration, I muttered (around a mouthful of food), “You’re a hunk, you know it?”

He looked at me with the most quizzical expression on his face, as I grabbed my coffee cup.

Wrinkling his nose in distaste he said,

Coffee was spewed.

I get it, Momma.