Comment 1:
We're in Victoria's Secret looking for some assorted undergarments. I wanted some undies that read "Santa Baby" like I had last year. I had Susie ask the sales associate if they had any of those this year (Susie does not get embarrassed by such things). The lady said they did not, but they had some with snowflakes, some with stars, some with reindeer and some with nutcrackers. Jackson then screams, "NUTCRACKERS?! THAT'S THE LAST THING I WANT TO SEE ON MY WIFE'S UNDIES!!!" I wanted to die. That's my husband, folks. All mine.
Comment 2:
We're in the car talking about what we'd name our son (if we ever decide the have kids) and how his middle name would be Lincoln after Jackson's dad, Charles Lincoln and we'd call him "Link" for a nickname. I was telling Jackson and Susie about how I know a girl with a baby named Lincoln as his first name and she doesn't allow him to be called "Link" because it reminds her of a sausage. Jackson, outraged, screams, "I meet people named Patty all of the time and I've never run into that complaint!" I laughed so hard.
Situation 3:
This isn't a comment, but it is worth telling. I burned my finger today while making fudge. It was really hurting when I was trying to shower so I asked Jackson to come in and wash my hair. He washed my hair like I would expect the Beast to wash Belle's hair in Beauty & The Beast. He was pawing at me and making more tangles than he was getting rid of. He tried to help wash my face and nearly poked an eye out. It was pretty comical. Poor Susie was in the front room wondering what the heck was going on in that shower because we were just cracking up! It was seriously too funny. (Side note: my finger is finally starting to feel better- it really hurt!)
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