That's what she said

I've developed a taste for feet.  How else do I explain the constant foot in my mouth?  The other day I was picking up lunch with a coworker, blathering on about the neighbors' mulberry tree that overhangs my fence.  "It gives great shade" I said, "but I'm sick of all the twigs and berries."  I paused, realized what I'd said and burst out laughing.  My (male) coworker looked at me and started to ask, "Twigs and berries... doesn't that mean...?" "Yup."  Then he laughed, too.  Phew!