My first blog. I’ve got to admit, I’m a little nervous. This will set the stage for my entire blogging experience. What if I pick a lame topic? What if I really am as boring as I usually feel? The weight of this decision is quite overwhelming. I’m gonna need a minute.
OK, I’ve decided. I will use this opportunity to share why my husband is a dork.
We had been living together for close to six months at the time of “the incident.” Our little apartment had one tiny, little bathroom. My 5 year old daughter was at school so just the two of us home. I strip down to nothing in preparation of taking a shower, toss my clothes into the hamper then head for the bathroom. As I brush my teeth and wait for the shower to warm up, I sense a presence in the hallway. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him standing there, gazing. I anticipate one of his normal propositions. As he opens his mouth and says “WOW!”, my heart flutters. I smile at him, then he finishes saying what’s on his mind, “Your butt IS getting chunky.” My smile fades. I believe I said something that starts with an F as I slam the door and barricade myself inside. He will soon realize that he will not see my chunky ass again for quite some time. I know what you’re thinking but , no, he is in fact still alive and all of his appendages are still attached
I still bring it up once in a while and he says that I’ll hold it over him until the day he dies. And I will. I’ve already purchased his tombstone.
RIP my beloved Mike
August 1993 he called my butt chunky
He’s lucky he lived this long.
OK, I’ve decided. I will use this opportunity to share why my husband is a dork.
We had been living together for close to six months at the time of “the incident.” Our little apartment had one tiny, little bathroom. My 5 year old daughter was at school so just the two of us home. I strip down to nothing in preparation of taking a shower, toss my clothes into the hamper then head for the bathroom. As I brush my teeth and wait for the shower to warm up, I sense a presence in the hallway. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him standing there, gazing. I anticipate one of his normal propositions. As he opens his mouth and says “WOW!”, my heart flutters. I smile at him, then he finishes saying what’s on his mind, “Your butt IS getting chunky.” My smile fades. I believe I said something that starts with an F as I slam the door and barricade myself inside. He will soon realize that he will not see my chunky ass again for quite some time. I know what you’re thinking but , no, he is in fact still alive and all of his appendages are still attached
I still bring it up once in a while and he says that I’ll hold it over him until the day he dies. And I will. I’ve already purchased his tombstone.
RIP my beloved Mike
August 1993 he called my butt chunky
He’s lucky he lived this long.
2 comments:
Do we really wnat to know this?
Mom & Dad
Besides, he is my favorite son-in-law!
Dad
LOL - Mike is lucky to have made it so long!. Your butt is (ws) like the other peanut butter SMOOOOOTH lol
Jeff
Hope all is going well for you all
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