"Hey, Aubrey….I need to raid your snack stash. I'm starving."
"Booth, we're going to lunch in an hour.. we're meeting Dr. B at the diner to compile case notes."
"Yeah, but she's on a diet."
Aubrey was confused. "How does her being on a diet relate to you raiding my snack stash?"
"I can tell you're not married. Bones is unhappy because she hasn't lost all of weight she gained with the baby. She's on this low fat, low carb diet, and that means I have to be on it, too. She's become a fanatic about it. We're supposed to count carbs and fats at every meal, and we're not supposed to have any carbs between meals. I need to eat something before I have my diet lunch or I'll starve.
"I don't understand why you have to be on the diet with her. Can't you eat different things at meals? You're both adults."
"That's because you're single. I'm showing affection for my wife by supporting her dietary choices. Plus, she says I've put on some weight, so we're dieting together."
"Oh man….that's awful."
"That's not the worst part. I lost 10 pounds the first week and she gained two, so now she's mad at me. A dieting wife is a no win situation for her husband, especially if she asks him if she looks fat in clothes." Booth picked out a bag of cookies. "I tell her she looks great, and then she says I'm supposed to say that, because I'm her husband, and that I'm biased. Hey….why don't you mention to her how great she looks? That would be a big help, Aubrey."
"No way. I don't like her stinkeye look. You're on your own, Booth."
"Thanks, Aubrey. You're a real pal."
