I interrupted. "I would never leave you..."
"...for the Old Spice man," he finished.
"Oh, well, maybe for the Old Spice Man, but not for any other reason," I qualified. "Unless, well, unless you decide to "do" some woman in a white mini-skirt in a restaurant booth and get all the sordid details published like soft porn in the papers. I might leave you over that."
"It was immoral, it was unethical, but not illegal. He's perfectly set up to run for Congress," dh countered.
I was surprised that several of the women at dinner last night had not seen the Old Spice commercials. I post one of them here, in case some of you may have been deprived of the pleasure. As for me, my man is, as I write, "on a horse", so take that, Old Spice Man.
A friend asks how the hickory horned devil emerges as the walnut regal moth? Not a change of diet, as these moths do not even have mouth parts. The caterpillar doesn't eat just hickory leaves.