I have "trained" him well (thank you Bill Engvall!)
We were visiting his parents recently, and without going into gory details, they have an interesting branch of their family tree. A branch that the family has attempted to prune several times, but it's too thick to go down (oh, I love double-meanings!) I love my in-laws, but they seem to feel the need to talk about the crazy antics of this branch every time we go visit. That's when I usually get up and go to the bathroom. But we were out to dinner with them and an uncle, aunt, and cousins this time, and I was, of course, stuck in the part of the table closest to the wall. They start talking about the branch, this time spreading rumors about some type of adulterous affair going on, and it's starting to sound like the plot to a really bad soap opera when aunt turns to DH and asks him his opinions about the branch.
DH, without missing a beat, turns to me and says "So, Honey, how 'bout them Cubbies?" (knowing full well during baseball season I bleed White Sox black and white and there's no love lost for me about them Northsiders). My face must have said it all, because his family started laughing, and they started in on football (me being the rabid Bears fan amoungst a group of Rams fans). When the conversation turned to their farms DH leaned over to me and said "It worked better than asking you about bean dip." I laughed 'til my sides hurt.
Spend enough time on these forums and it can soon rub off on your spouse!