I always ask my dear husband if I can post something about him, and to this he said yes.
His son is visiting us from Pennsylvania, and the two of them were going to go bowling this afternoon, while I stayed behind to make them a manly man sized meal fit for a man, and catch up on laundry. waste afternoon blogging.
I had been slaving over a hot stove when husband came in the room after just showering.
“Someone looks and smells nice, not like some other people I know.” She said
“Like who?” He replied.
“Your wife.” She answered.
“You’re Skankylicious.” He said. “You could take a shower too, you know.”
“Not yet. Pretty soon I’ll be up to my knee caps in meatloaf.”
“Knee caps?!” He said
“Oh, yeah, that’s the secret to my meatloaf. I mix it up with my feet.”
“Shall I just say I will be up to my elbows in meatloaf then?”
So what’s the moral of this story? Perception is everything? What you don’t know won’t hurt you? Or the old worn out “Some things are better left unsaid.”?