Apparently the husband of the target of my amorous advances keeps getting in the way of the microwave relay I’ve got pointed at Minnesota. So, instead of her, it’s him that can’t keep his mind off me!
He is kinda cute. Maybe it’s a Freudian slip on my part…
You know the definition of a Freudian slip, dontcha? It’s when you say one thing when you’re really thinking of your mother. (ba da DUM!)