"Oh my," Abigail muttered as she gazed at the glittering necklace you had presented to her. Her eyes flicked across it, taking in the shining gemstones before trailing up to meet your expectant stare.

She paused slightly, then squinted. "Be honest with me — and I mean it, or else you'll be sleeping with the horses — did you actually buy this?"

A good question. A question you weren't sure how to answer, especially considering the steadily narrowing gaze of your wife. Oops.