fine whine

Despite the fact that we only had this conversation less than an hour ago I have already forgotten all but the gist and punchline of it.

The scene opens with a married couple and a couch. I am sitting down and my wife lifts up the blanket and sits on my legs. I shift myself, my book and my glasses sitting on my legs.

She apologizes, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't see those there."

"What, did you think I'd taken them off and stowed them somewhere?" I reply, by way of a question, bemused.

She continued. "Well, sometimes you take them off and put them on something."

"They're removable?" I was intrigued. I looked down, puzzled about my apparent past of shelving my lower appendages. "My legs?" I asked.

It was only then that she told me, "I was talking about your glasses." Thereupon we laughed for quite some time.