Lago di Garda, Italy

Husband: “I have the perfect spot for us to bike to for lunch.”

Me: “Good. I’m already hungry.”

[pedal, pedal, pedal]

Me: “Are we there yet?”

Husband: “Not quite.”

[pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal]

Me: “Are we there YET?”

Husband: “Almost. Hang in there.”

[pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal]

Me: “I’m hun-n-n-n-n-g-r-r-r-r-r-y.”

Husband: “Good, because we’re here!”

Me: “A bench under a tree alongside the lake? We passed a million of these!”

Husband: “But this is the only bench under a tree shaped like a heart. I thought you would like it.”

Me (hanging head, mumbling): “Did you bring the Cranky Wife Award with you or do we need to pick it up on the way home?”