So this morning, the wee Sheltie we own is being even more clingy than usual. He's a neurotic mess, but loyal and loves the DH to distraction. Anyway, all morning Oreo has been under foot, about to get trampled, or trying to get up on our laps as we get ready for work.
After the umpteenth time telling Oreo to get down, get off, go lay down, the DH looked at me and deadpanned, "I think I have Freaktose Intolerance."
And I think *I* am the witty one!