Once upon a sunny spring morning, the following was heard in our kitchen:

Harry ( taking a lidded travel mug out of the cupboard and spilling old coffee from it): Aaakkk! this mug is dirty…
Me: Ohh…that must have been me. I thought it was clean when I put it away…Sorry….Are you gonna invoke the Lemon Law? (We’d been talking about the Lemon Law in reference to cars, so this seemed applicable in reference to myself.)
Harry: No, the Lemon Law is for new cars; it doesn’t apply to vintage cars. They’re too valuable. You’re vintage, Babe.

That man of mine just tickles me to death.