Me: Oh no! I made an apostrophe mistake (in my blog).
Primo (on the phone with me - he is in the Dallas airport reading my blog as we are speaking): Where?
Me: Fixed it. Too late. You can't see it.
Primo: Nope. I'm still on the page. I see it. Ha! I won't be able to marry to you now.
Me: Yeah, I suppose not.
Primo: That'll make my parents happy. Or at least my dad. He probably thinks that a grammar mistake is a good reason to break up with someone. He can't understand why I am with you in the first place.
Me: Tell him I'm good in bed. Wait. No. Don’t.