Did you happen to read yesterday’s post about the husband who says too much? If you didn’t, I hope you’ll go back for a fairly decent laugh. If you did, then this story, you will see, continues to compliment the ongoing humor in our marriage. Enjoy!
So, this morning, after not sleeping all night due to two rotating toddlers switching non-sleeping schedules, my husband saw my scar where I had my C-Section. He then proceeded to say, “Wow! You can hardly see your scar.”
I looked down at my belly. He was right. It’s nearly invisible two years after my 10pound 10ounce baby’s birth.
But Richard—being Richard—didn’t stop there.
“Yeah. It blends in now with the rest of your belly wrinkles.”
I looked at him and died laughing. I said, “Oh no you didn’t! Let me read you what I just wrote!”
And proceeded to read him the blog When Your Husbsnd Says Too Much!
He was, at this point, rolling.
After we all stopped laughing, my husband said, “Well. Are there any takers?”
Where we began to laugh again.
Yesterday he was For Sale. Today he is free.
I’ll set him by the curb.
Beware: He comes with a wicked sense of humor.
Oh. And he eats a lot.
Come quickly, though, because it is cold outside.