He’s lucky that he made a damn good dinner
K (tentatively): Um…is that my sweatshirt?
J (unconcerned): Yeah. So?
K (even more tentatively): That’s one of my favorite sweatshirts. Are you going to…um…STRETCH it?
K (tentatively): Um…is that my sweatshirt?
J (unconcerned): Yeah. So?
K (even more tentatively): That’s one of my favorite sweatshirts. Are you going to…um…STRETCH it?
January 12th, 2008 at 7:38 pm
The NERVE!
January 12th, 2008 at 8:18 pm
Just tell him, “Oh no, not me. Your son is taking care of that.”
January 12th, 2008 at 9:30 pm
wow. that’s, um, BOLD.
January 12th, 2008 at 10:14 pm
*snort*
I think he and my hubby were separated at birth. That is TOTALLY something he would have said, sensitivity was not his strong point during my pregnancies.
January 12th, 2008 at 10:30 pm
Alison, hahahaha!
In his defense, he hasn’t made a peep about anything else of his that I’ve worn during this pregnancy.
January 12th, 2008 at 10:49 pm
oooh – he’s got balls…. (or did at the time, anyway)
January 13th, 2008 at 7:11 am
He’s testing his limits, isn’t he?!
January 13th, 2008 at 10:15 am
I hope you smacked him.
January 13th, 2008 at 10:19 am
Thank God my husband isn’t the only dough head.
January 13th, 2008 at 11:44 am
Ouch – he better be making dinner all week.
January 13th, 2008 at 3:55 pm
I think I had this same exact conversation.
But I was postpartum.
Boo.
January 14th, 2008 at 3:04 am
You’d think the third time around he’d get it. Points noted for having kept it buttoned so long as per your comment.
January 14th, 2008 at 2:16 pm
I know that’s right!
Sweatshirt, smeatshirt! I’m growing a PERSON OVER HERE!!!
January 15th, 2008 at 8:05 am
Ha!!! The sad thing is Bryan says that and I’m not pregnant (va-va-voom).