My husband loves, and yet at the same time is irritated by my "ability" to see the funny side of almost anything. As I have said before I am immature, and sometimes I can't help myself from saying things that I think are funny, even though the timing might be off.
If my brothers or dad are reading this, you might wanna stop now or risk bearing the mental scars of the following information.
I've had 3 kids, and as most "real" women know, with each child born, the "bosoms" hang a little lower. I lamented this to my husband who reassured me that it could be fixed with some plastic surgery. I was glad to hear this, but expressed my concern over the cost/lack of quality surgeons in Alaska. Also, I had heard that sometimes when extensive repair is done - which my paranoia leads me to believe is my case - a "follow up" surgery is needed. My husband said that we would spare no expense if it would make me feel better about myself, and said that maybe one option would be to have one done and a while later the other one done.

Did that hit you the way it hit me? I LAUGHED and LAUGHED and LAUGHED, for like 3 minutes, all the while my husband getting more and more annoyed with me. Apparently he meant one surgery and then later the next, if necessary, not - get one boob fixed and then later, the other one.