Don't get me wrong.. I love my husband, but he's litterally Woody from cheers. He's sweet, and very naive. And I mess with him so bad! I can't help it. Its so much fun! (I realize I've probally got a first class express ticket to the guy downstairs for this) A few years back, we were invited to the national Easter Egg Roll at the White House.. My husband was excited! He asked me what it would be like.. I had no idea! I told him that it was like a great big company picnic, and that I had him signed up to play badmitten with Henry Kissenger and Oliver North... And that I wasn't sure, but I thought I was able to get him in a potato sack race with John Kerry. He said "really!" I said "oh yes!" He just sets himself up, and I can't pass it up. Last year, our cat was sick, someone asked about feline HIV. So I called My husband, and asked if he remembered if slick had been check for it. He freaked out! He paniced and wanted to know if we'd all have to be tested! I told him... go on and call the doctor and tell him you want to be tested for Feline HIV! ( I didn't let him do it though) Not to say I don't get may share! He messes with me too. When Ray Charles died he was the one who told me, and I said "ahh why?" He told me he wrecked his bike at bike week! And said it was payback for the Whitehouse incedent! I just wonder if I'm the only one guilty of this, and if not... I'd love to hear your stories!