My wife has a small metal sign she’s had since her college days. It says, “No Couples In The Shower.”
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| Because it's slippery and dangerous |
Ha.
I don’t get it.
We were supposed to be up and ready to go to Gramma & Grampa’s early one Saturday. Instead we overslept because it’s in our genes.
We jumped out of bed like we had a test or something. I fed the girls while Stephanie took a shower. Well, she’d been in there a while and the girls were getting dressed and dammit, I needed a shower too. So I figured she’s got to be done soon, so I’ll just jump in there and get to washing my hair. Right?
Ooh la la!
Well, sexy as it sounds… yeah we’re naked. Hells yeah! Here’s what she says to me, us nekkid and all wet and stuff… “Hey. You’ve got a zit on your back. Lemme pop it!”
So she, with those harpy claws she calls finger nails squeezed a zit on my back.
*sigh*
Ooh la la indeed.
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| Nothing to see here. Move along. This isn't even my bathroom. |
