On The Day Before Our Eleventh Anniversary
Returning from a camping trip, in which my white Toyota Tacoma pickup truck with just almost a quarter of a million miles on it ably hauled all of our gear and the whole family up and down the Sierras:
She: If your truck had a nose, it would be soft and whiskery.
I: Hey... Are you hippopomorphizing my truck?
She, laughing: I knew there was some reason I married you!