I started getting acupuncture last Saturday.
Here's what's annoying about it: My husband.
Nick likes to say things like, "You know, Lisa likes her acupuncturist, but she talks too much. Lisa has to tell her to get to the point."
Or, "I was on pins and needles waiting to hear how it went."
Or, "Oh, sweetheart. I'm just needling you."
Really. I can't remember the rest. They're equally punny.
So last night, when Nick and Betty were talking about cooking a leg of lamb or a duck for Sunday dinner (both equally gross, in my opinion), I saw my chance.
"I think duck is foul."