More Madeline Island/Lake Superior scenery.
Me [eating a cob of raw corn that we bought from the guy in the truck in Ashland on our way home from Madeline Island, a traumatic event* from which we are still recovering]
SH: You're not doing it right.
Me: What are you talking about?
SH: Eating the corn.
Me: I am so.
SH: No. You're supposed to do it like this. [Demonstrates eating typewriter style.]
Me: Nope. This is the right way. [Rotating.] You can divorce me if you want over this.
* Having to leave the island.