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.