My wife will be the first to tell you that I don’t like “Honey” as a term of endearment. My reasoning has always been that if the waitress down at the Waffle House calls everybody “Honey,” it can’t be a very special, endearing term. So, from time to time, if my wife slips and calls me “Honey,” I complain, argue, fuss, whine, or quip. Today’s strip is based on the most recent quip. On a plus note, though, we weren’t actually changing a flat tire in the midst of our banter.

“Sugar Booger” works much better. =)