Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Listening To My Inner Voice

The other night I opened the door to walk from the garage into the house. As the door closed behind me, I heard:


"Hey hon, did you get rid of your old bras yet?"


My better judgment told me to keep walking. Not only did it tell me to keep walking, but to also ignore the slightly slurring voice I just heard. But my better judgment was a tiny bit drunk, thus becoming not so good judgment. As I turned around I witnessed my husband grabbing his (only in his overly imaginative mind) newly forming man boob.

Shaking my head, I told myself that there was NOT attempted nipple licking as I quietly closed the door and tip-toed away.

4 comments:

Captain Steve said...

Dear sweet baby Jesus. Now there's Mantits McGee?! Key will have a field day.

Dirty Pirate Hooker said...

Have I mentioned lately that I love your husband and I want you two to be my best friend?

Kat said...

Men. I swear to God.

ghost of keywork said...

Oh my. That's all I have. Oh my.