A) "Honey, I need a break from this relationship to find myself."
B) Slap her rear end and cry, "Hey, I know where those potatoes landed!"
C) "Would you find me sexier if I glittered?"
Then run for it. You will be liberally doused, as will the entire interior of your home. This is okay, because iodine cures EVERYTHING. The rip on your sofa cushion. The DVD disc that's stuck. Iodine does it all. Right now it's cleaning my bathroom for me and editing my book while I mess around on MDA, and I'm going to call Lady Friend (who is having trouble moving her sheep between ranches today) and inform her that if she only took more iodine, she'd have no trouble at all.