Nipples and such

                                                   



My husband says what he thinks almost all the time. Nobody is spared generally. Most of the time it’s in a good natured way. I tell him from time to time that I am going to start a blog dedicated to him and all the crap that comes out of his mouth. You know, like that “Sh*t my Dad says” type deal. He always responds that I should, I have a lot to say and need to be heard, he claims. Me blogging about all about him, he would LOVE it! This is why I won’t do it. It would make him happy. What kind of wife would I be if I did things to make my husband happy?


I will however share a few tidbits of my husband’s debauchery and the crap that comes out his mouth from time to time.

Recently…I am getting ready for bed and he is reading in bed, eating a popsicle. Remind me to tell you about his addiction to popsicle’s sometime. It’s going on 3 years now with the friggin nightly pile of popsicle sticks on his bedside table. Weird. And annoying. I quickly whip off my shirt and do a mad grab for my pyjama top (even though he is reading I can’t chance his quick eyes catching a glimpse of my naked flesh or he will get ideas. Ideas I am way too tired for tonight. Okay not just tonight. A lot of nights.) In my mad scramble to.get.this.freakin.shirt.on.as.fast.as.possible. I see he has spotted me…and them. His eyebrow raises and he grins. He does his regular whistle and comment. Nice boobs he says. I ignore him and continue to try and get.this.freakin.shirt.on.as.fast.as.possible. I realize I am trying to put my head in the arm hole. Damn. More time exposed. He has a funny look on his face. I finally get my shirt on. Phew. I lay down and he rolls over and looks at me thoughtfully. And he blurts out. Your right nipple always looks so angry. And it always glares at me. Not sure what a girl should say at a moment like this?

I apparently have an angry nipple that glares at my husband. But really, who doesn’t have one angry, glaring nipple right? Right? Anyone?