...I'll leave the defining of the titles up to you.

In a moment when my defenses were down, I admitted to Nick that I read a bit of Cosmo while in the bathroom this morning. He keeps a basket of all of the latest periodicals there—well, and the May issue of Maxim which was the last he received...he mourns the end of his subscription now that he's stopped accusing me of canceling the damn thing. (Subscriptions only last a year, Nick...then you have to pay more money or they stop coming. I'll explain it in more detail tonight if you need.)

So, I'm making conversation as we watch the morning news broadcast and I'm hyper on my second cuppa and he's sullen in his I'd-rather-be-in-bed way. I say, "Did you see in Cosmo that women were invented sometime in the ice age?" Ok, so it came out wrong.

He looks at me with that devilish sparkle in his eyes, and I know he's gonna get me but good. He corrected, "Blond women evolved...no, I didn't read it," he finished in a dry monotone.