Photo by iirraa
Last night I was folding laundry and PsychDaddy was watching and talking to me while he sat beside Jenna at our kitchen island. As I held up a pair of gray underwear to fold, here’s the conversation that followed:
PsychDaddy: Who in the world has a butt that big??
Me: (with raised eyebrows) They’re MY underwear, thankyouverymuch.
PsychDaddy: (back-pedaling, stammers) “I really thought they were mine. I didn’t think any women’s underwear would be ugly GRAY.”
Me: (raise eyebrows to the max and give him the stink eye) For your information, they came in a pack of three and the other two colors were cheery and cute. Maybe the gray ones are for working out. Or for days when husbands are in the doghouse.
PsychDaddy looks chagrined
Three minutes later:
PsychDaddy to Jenna: You have such kissable cheeks – JUST LIKE your Mommy’s
Me: Daddy’s trying to dig himself out of a hole, I think.
PsychDaddy gives his “busted” grin and pretends to be engrossed in feeding Jenna Cheerios.
Jenna: Why is Daddy digging a hole?
So, now you know two things about me: that I (apparently) have a very large butt and that I’m wearing gray underwear today. I think you know why.