One day, she called me "biscuit face" - clearly extending the pet name in an endearing way in her mind. But my mind lept to Red Foxx yelling, "You so ugly, I could stick your face in some dough and make gorilla cookies!" The third time, I had to explain that in no way, shape, or form did I enjoy that term of affection. I had a look or tone I didn't intent, as she was taken aback. I apologized, she apologized, and it was a sweet moment.
It's a married couple thing. She understood. She was bean.


