Okay, so. When your husband goes outside in the cold, in shorts, to retrieve something out of your car and the last thing he says to you before closing the back door are “Hurry it’s cold” while you’re searching for your keys, and you find the keys, unlock the car, watch him walk to the car, wait until he’s juuusssstttt about there, and lock the car back while you are still in the nice warm house, you may NOT want to stand in the kitchen window, where he can see you, laughing your ass off.

Not that I would ever do anything like that.