(I have just come home from the gym after a very intense spinning class. It’s late and I want to get started on baking a cake I need for the next day, so I postpone my shower – but make sure my hands/forearms are squeaky clean, of course!)

Me: *humming/singing to myself as I prepare the batter from scratch* “La-la-la-la”

(I call out to my boyfriend in the other room.)

Me: “Hey, look at me! I’m Betty Crocker!”

Boyfriend: “Oh, really?! Do you have an apron on and everything?”

Me: “Does big, sweaty underwear count?”

Boyfriend: “Sure!”