Another episode in "My boyfriend, the hopeless romantic."

I could have sworn I wrote about this here before, but looking back, I don't see anything. So I must write this again, because this is one of my favorite stories about Mike.

It was last Christmas, and Mike and I were getting ready for bed. He was lying down, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed taking off my socks. Mike kept reaching over and flicking my pants.

"Hey!" I said, "Those are mine! If I wrote a book, I'd call it 'Mein Pants.'"

Mike responded, "Yeah, but you haven't, have you? Say what you will about Hitler, at least he was published."