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