Asked my husband completely unsarcastically while I read my Us Weekly. It’s little things like this that prevent our marriage from being dull. Just when I think I’ve figured him out, he goes and does something like this and totally redeems himself. He keeps me guessing. And once in awhile, I’ll do something nice for him like buy him Sour Patch kids to munch on while watching his movie and that surprises him (that I’m not totally selfish). Maybe, hopefully, we’ll never have each other completely figured out. And that would be alright with me: being married to a man of mystery. Kind of like a dream come true.