The train was running late, French Husband waited for me at the midnight hour. Greeting him I said, "Hi Doll Face!"
French Husband looking bewildered with his tail between his leg let out a sigh, "Why do you call me Doug Face?"
"Doug Face?" I repeated, trying to figure out what he was saying in English to me. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, "OH! What? You think I called you Dog Face?!"
He shook his head yes.
"Noooooooooo, I am saying "Doll Face."
To think all these years my husband thought I was calling him Dog Face.
Communication does help you bark up the right tree.
