Husband Mike and I are making preparations to plow through several episodes of Season 3 “Bones.” I am on the basement sofa, engulfed in our giant, white, down comforter that we refer to as “the meringue.” He is putting the DVD in the player.
Husband Mike: The final disc of this season only has three episodes on it. I saw that when we were at the video store on Sunday.
Sal: Is this the penultimate disc, then?
Husband Mike: Yep. [Pauses.] I love the word penultimate. But how come no one ever issues a penultimatum?
And that is why Husband Mike is eight kinds of awesome.