(When my husband and I first got together he was in a lot of financial trouble. I helped sort out his finances and it was decided he needed to get rid of his car and buy a new one. He couldn’t get a loan at the time so I did and put the car in my name, which was also done to prevent any repossession from debt collectors, etc. We refer to this new car as his car and the car I already had as my car. We’re now married, his car is still in my name, and we have recently sold my car. Of course, Murphy’s Law, the week after selling my car the battery on his car goes kaput. He has to bike ride to the local auto store to get a new battery. Note: I regularly remind him (jokingly) that his car is in my name and is my car.)
Husband: “You should be doing the bike riding. I have to work tonight.”
Me: “It’s not my car!”
Husband: “Oh really? REALLY? It’s not your car is it? Can I have that recorded?”
Me: “Wait… No! It’s MY CAR! The registration is in MY name!”
Husband: “Registration does not prove ownership.”
Me: “The registration in my name means if you run off with a younger woman I can have you arrested for stealing my car.”
Husband: “Oh, thanks! I run off with a younger woman and all you’re concerned about is the car?”
Me: “You run off with a younger woman and you’re on your own, buddy, but I want the car!”
Husband: “Well, you better hope there is no younger women at the auto store.”
Me: “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?”
Husband: putting on a mock sleazy voice “Hey, baby, I might not have a car right now but I’ve got a sexy bicycle!”