My favorite touristy taverna in
At dinner tonight I thought my husband and I were at a loss for words, until we started talking about a friend of ours who is taking Anatomy classes. Despite being a doctor, my husband would rather die than have any dealings with Anatomy classes, and I made the point that I couldn’t see myself working on a corpse – that all the various crap we dissected in high school was bad enough.
ME: Yea, I could barely stand dissecting frogs, and starfish, among other things.
ME: Yea, you know, starfish are really friggin’ weird inside.
HUBBY: They are?
ME: Yea, it looks like peanut butter and shit.
HUBBY: Please! Not while we are having dinner!
ME: But you’re a doctor!
HUBBY: I’m not a starfish doctor!
Nope, my husband is definitely NOT a proctologist.