Moyra Melons decided to get the smallest ear rings possible. It was in order to stop people staring at her splendid taste in ear bling. She felt she was stealing too much attention and other ladies, at social gatherings, were getting resentful of her constant attention.
So when her poor and happily stressed husband walked in through the front door; Moyra wanted to know if her new ear rings were less noticeable and therefore less likely to attract attention.
"What are these like?" she said, as he walked in.
He coughed and raised an eye-brow. "Very nice dear - very nice indeed."
He started to shake a little excitedly as an uncontrollable urge swept through him.
"So you don't think they stand out too much?" She asked.
"You're kidding me?" he smiled. Then the penny dropped. "Oh not your ear rings again?"
"Of course," she replied. "What did you think I meant, silly?"
"I have to confess, your ear wear is the last thing people will notice," he said reassuringly.
"Honestly," replied Moyra Melons, feeling exceptionally pleased.
"Trust me dear. There are other more noticeable things then your divine ear rings."
"Really?" she replied.
"Oh indeed," he said as he lifted her over his shoulder like a fireman and carried her upstairs.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed.
"Having a take away," he said and when he closed the bedroom door; he certainly did.
Would you like to be Moyra Melons' husband?