Last week I made chili for dinner. It's not a favorite, and I know that, but I like it and it's inexpensive and filling so I continue to make it periodically. This last time I made it I asked who liked it and Z, J, & M all raised their hands.
L said: "It's not as bad as it usually is."
Two nights ago, as I was kneading the pizza dough, L walks through the kitchen.
L: "What's for dinner?"
L: "Have you started doing something different? Because it's not as bad as it used to be."
I need to explain to him someday that his wife might not be as accepting of his compliments as I am.