One little slip of the tongue and I'm in the dog house, so to speak. Here's how it went down.
T.V. Commercial: "What's so hot about TV's hottest new series, The Mentalist?"
Me (totally unconsciously): "Uh, him!"
Mr (after a moment of silence): "What did you just say?"
...and I haven't heard the end of it yet.
Honey, you've got the wallet I want to bleed dry, not Simon
sexy son of a bitch Baker. You know you're tops in my book.