Anywhoooo...
It's 9:30pm and Rich and I have just gotten home (he has to drill tomorrow - 2nd weekend in a row - we've had enough to drink..). We are in the bathroom getting dressed for bed. I throw on my gown and quickly discard my heavy-duty, granny-panty, girdle-type undies that I wear every.single.fucking.day so I can change into comfy undies for sleeping (hence the tummy tuck coming on Monday).
Rich gets his comfy sleep clothes on and is standing in front of his mirror.
Rich (raises his shirt to look at his belly button (I have no idea why)) he's weird about his belly button!!
Rich: "My belly button looks like a P$$$$$y". (Yeah, we've had a lot to drink)
I raise my gown and look at my tummy that will soon be going away. (mind you...I have no undies on yet).Me: "Mine just looks...ick"
Rich: "But your belly button looks normal".
Me: "But I've got all of this gross skin"
Rich: "Well, I just see my wife"Me: "..hmmm".
(Let me remind you, I'm still NOT wearing undies)He looks me up and down...all the way to my toes...
Rich: "Hey, are you wearing my socks"?
Yep...you know you've been married too long when......
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