I'm hurt!!

I decided to take the last couple dozen ripe tomatoes from the garden to make a batch of salsa. As I was chopping up the onions Cindy came into the room and made a sound I interpreted to mean 'stinky!'

"I'm sorry about the smell, dear,' I said in a quite considerate tone.

"Ohhh," she replied, "That's OK. It's not as if I haven't heard you say that a million times anyway!"

Talk about sick bathroom humor!