I finished weed whacking last night and told Blaine I was getting into the shower. Four shocking words left my love’s lips and we both stared and sputtered.
“Use lots of soap.”
Completely aware of the reality that I hadn’t showered that morning, had spent two hours mowing and another half hour trimming, all in 90 degree weather, my normally loving and understanding husband had shocked me speechless. I had used deodorant. I couldn’t smell myself. Surely it wasn’t that bad. Then, he started backpedaling.
“That came out wrong. That’s not what I meant. I just meant…”
I knew what he meant. This great state we live in has nasty blood-sucking and flesh-eating insects that are kept at bay by a good scrubbing. Bearing the scars of more chiggers and ticks than I can count, my husband said this in love. But wow, did it sound insulting.
And we laughed. And laughed, and laughed and laughed.
I love my husband.
Anonymous says
May 31, 2012 at 8:53 amNice words to hear (about loving your hubby) and the ‘use lots of soap’ comment is not made in jest. We all know about those pesky chiggers! Roxanne
Julia says
May 31, 2012 at 9:02 amHahaha! Love that. :0)