Parties and Balls and Gowns, Oh My!

I have some of my most memorable and humorous marital conversations in the dark of our bedroom at night.  Here is a snippet of one such conversation from the other day.

Jeremy: So, there's this dental officer's ball next month, do you want to go?

Me: If I say yes does that mean I can get a new dress?

Jeremy: I guess so, I have to wear my white uniform.

Me: You mean the one they call "The Lady Killer"?

Jeremy: That would be the one.

Me: OK, I'll go, but you have to promise me one thing.

Jeremy: And what's that?

Me:  At some point you have to turn to me and yell, "I WANT THE TRUTH!", and then I'll yell back, "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"

And then at this point the bed began shaking because I was laughing at my own hilarious idea just imagining that scene played out in front of all kinds of Admirals and senior officers.

Jeremy: You want the truth?

Me: (still giggling) Yeah.

Jeremy: I think that is a horrible idea.

Me:  Ok, but you have to refer to my bodacious ta-tas.

Jeremy: (Sighs, and gives into my game) And then I'll get down on my knee and sing, "You've Lost That Lovin Feeling"

Me: Now you're talking.