It's all in the context

ME: "Make me a drink."
THE HUSBAND: "Are you sure?"
ME: "I haven't had a vicodin all day."
THE HUSBAND: [hysterical laughter]
ME: "No! I mean I haven't taken one today, so I should be okay to have a drink!"
THE HUSBAND: "I know; it just came out wrong."

The context: I was given vicodin for my knee, and I haven't taken one in about 36 hours, and you're not supposed to drink on vicodin, and I figure that a 36-hour window is wide enough that it's safe again. I am not--repeat: AM NOT--a vicodin addict.

I don't have the cane for it.

And one more

Because we seem to do these in couplets.

Background: We're watching King of the Hill on Netflix, and Connie says she'd rather be covering debate tournement finals:

THE HUSBAND: Do you know why that's wrong?
ME: ...It's a weekday?
THE HUSBAND: Nope.
ME: ...Because no one cares?
[commence tickling; The Husband was a high school debater.]
ME: Truce!
THE HUSBAND: Okay. Now, can you tell me why?
ME: I really can't.
THE HUSBAND: Because it's daytime. Debate Tournaments only go on at night.
ME: Oh! Because they don't come out in the day time!
[commence more tickling]

Worth. IT.