The other day Bill and I were watching TV and a commercial came on that asked, "Do you believe in werewolves?".
"Yes," Bill replied. Then he turned to me. "I'm married to one."
"Only when I'm really hungry," was my answer back to him.
"Ain't that the truth," was his final comment. Then we both laughed.
I love how we can sit and playfully insult each other. However, him calling me a werewolf doesn't quite insult me the way it should. Although in the werewolf vs. vampire query I always preferred the vampire. Maybe I could be a hybrid like Michael in the movie Underworld.