I’m convinced, somedays, that my husband lives in an alternate universe from the rest of the inhabitants of the planet. Today is one of those days.
This morning I hop into the shower just as my delusional hubby is lathering up.
“Be careful,” daydreaming man warns me, “I’m dangerous to be around now.”
The strange look on my face prompts him to show me this.
“Um. Ok,” I say.
Skip forward about an hour as fantasy-land man is heading out the door… “I guess this is goodbye. I’m heading out to my meeting and when the chics there get a whiff of me, it’ll all be over. They’ll devour me.”
“We’ve had a good run. I’ll miss you.” (Insert image of me rolling my eyes and shaking my head.)
I sure hope he returns. I might be too embarrassed to fill out that missing person’s report.
‘Well officer, he used to Axe body wash and then I let him leave for a meeting….’
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