To Pick My Chin Up Off the Floor

I brag about how fantastic my husband is all the time. And he is fantastic.

But occasionally he’s a dumb boy too.

Let me tell you about one of those times.

Yesterday, when I was getting dressed I said to him, “Remember those jeans I got last year for $5 from the Anne Taylor outlet?” Now, I knew he didn’t remember them, but we both pretended he did.

I continued, “Well, I tried them on yesterday and they are too BIG! I'm totally bummed. I can’t wear them anymore!”

Without skipping a beat he said, “Aw, don’t worry. You’ll get fat again.”

These are the shoes that I wore to kick his ass.