S#@t My Husband Says: I Know Your Belly Jiggles
So I realized as I was writing this post that I can no longer call it S#@t My Fiance Says because, well, I no longer have a fiance. I have a husband now (eek!). That was probably poor planning on my part, but forgive me. Please?
Anyway, here's the latest edition of S#@t My
Fiance Husband Says. Because, oh the things my husband says.
Disclaimer: I'm fully aware that Mr. T and I look like children in this post. I guess that's what married people do. I am also aware that I'm posting about big bellies.
The other night Mr. T and I were brushing our teeth before bed. We often brush our teeth together. I'm not sure why, but it's always been our thing and I think there has only been a handful of times when we haven't done it. I guess that's why the whole his and her sinks thing is important (we don't have his and hers sinks. In NYC, you're lucky to even have a sink in your bathroom). So we were brushing and this conversation commenced.
I poked his belly a little.
Me: "Your belly is hard, why is that? I don't get it. My belly isn't hard. It jiggles."
Mr. T: "I don't know."
Me (as I hit his belly again): "See it's hard. There is no jiggling. Why is it like that? Look, my belly isn't hard, it jiggles. See, watch."
Mr. T (before I even attempt to start jiggling my belly, as if he is certain what's about to happen because he's already noticed it a million times): "I know."
Me: No actual comment, just a gasp and a look of shock.
Seriously, s#@t my husband says.