The following is a trivial conversation between two married people about trivial issues. It is trivial. Sorry to bother you. Excuse me. I will now go into my secret *beer cave with the Dowager Countess Stout- no relation.
Me: What was the kind of beer I was supposed to get? Dowager Stout?
Bad Ass Husband: What?
Me: Was it Dowager Stout or Derringer Stout?
Me: Dowager? Stout? The kind of beer you like?
BAH: It was Imperial Stout. But Dowager Stout sounds good. Who is the Dowager Stout?
Me: I think it would be more correct to say, "Who is the stout dowager"?
BAH: Not if it's her name. What if her name were "The Dowager Stout"?
Me: Any self-respecting woman whose name was "Stout" would change it.
BAH: Not the Dowager Stout! She wouldn't change it! She is the Dowager Stout. That's who she is. She isn't changing her name.
Me: Well, no, I guess the Dowager Stout wouldn't change her name, would she?
She might wear a corset, though.
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* In case you are wondering, yeah, I did buy some beer. Imperial Stout.