I've had this draft saved since right before the hurricane hit. Once I saw the devestation left behind, I realized my sense of humor was destroyed as well. Now, two weeks later, I feel the need for a bit of "normalcy." Forgive me if it seems a bit irreverent during a time of crisis.
My husband and I talked about pubic hair last night for twenty minutes. (No, I am NOT joking.) Do you ever wish that you had a conversation recorder just so you could play it back and laugh your ass off? (again and again?)
me: "___ and ____ shave each other as a turn on."
Babe: "I think that's a bit much, but I can understand why they do it."
me: "seriously? because I just don't get it."
Babe: "It's like guys who pimp their ride. You know, they pimp even the parts that nobody ever sees, just because they are THAT cool."
me: "so it's like getting a pedicure?"
Babe: "right. they can say I'm so well groomed; I even take care of THAT!"
me: "but to shave it off completely?!"
Babe: "no, it's more like a landing strip."
Need I go ON?! I only wish this post could do our conversation justice.
note to self:
*lesson #1. scissors are never a good idea
*lesson #2. morning sex and leg cramps are tolerable after all
hmmm, who knew?!