This morning I woke up with a mosquito bite and, in the course of morning events, mentioned it to Paul.
Me: "Ugh. I have a mosquito bite."
Husband: [adorably sympathetic] "I know, on your forehead."
Me: "No, on my thumb." [pause, then point to the lump on my forehead] "That's a zit."
Husband: [kisses my forehead on bite/zit, prolly just to hide his laughter]
Me: [laugh, slash, groan]
Some things are way more funny than embarrassing after nearly 10 years of marriage. This happens to qualify under that category. 'Cept the "having zits into your 30s" part. Not so funny.
4 comments:
you're not supposed to get zits after 30? Don't worry, my face hasn't gotten that memo either ;) Thank goodness for husbands who love us anyway, right!
You're 30?
Cute story !!! Hate zits 30 is the new 20
Cute story !!! Hate zits 30 is the new 20
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