These are the inner workings of my ridiculous fantasy life. →
[More:]I will envision my husband as my hunky romantic lead. Our relationship is intense. We're new lovers with a fiery passion. We're cool, sexy and sophisticated, like George Clooney and Angelina Jolie.
My fantasy was going well today. We were driving in his truck. I glanced over at his handsome profile and his muscular arm on the steering wheel. He reaches over and gently massages the nape of my neck. Ah, it's a beautiful scene.
But then out of nowhere he starts singing "On the Cover of Rolling Stone", by Dr. Hook in a really strange enthusiastic voice. After that he will still be very amused and start chirping the phrase, "Chili today! Hot tamale!"
And just like that, the fantasy is over.