We've been together for three and a half years or so, Bevan and I, and if I'm being completely honest, which I am, a great deal of the time I still have no idea what the heck he's talking about. Take, for instance, the exchange that we shared in the car while running errands this afternoon.
Bevan: I love drinking champagne while I shop.
Me: I don't think I could do that. I have no attention span when I drink.
Bevan: Oh I love it. I think the first time I did it was when I was shopping for my step teacher's wedding dress.
Me: How in the hell can you have a step teacher?
Bevan: A step aerobics teacher. Duh.
Me: *rolls eyes and turns up radio*