Husband looked at me today admiringly.
"Did those jeans used to be really tight?" he asked.
"Not particularly," I said. "Are they really tight now?"
"I was just thinking that they look good," he replied. "Very good."
"Thank you," I resonded, a bit surprised. "I've been using the treadmill a few times a week, I'm trying to tone up some."
"I noticed," Husband said. "We should...take care of that later. Whatever it is you're doing, keep on doing it."
Somehow I don't think it would be advisable to tell him exactly what I've been doing that has me feeling so much more approachable lately.