A couple of months ago I received an-impossible-to-ignore sign that good Ole Hubs doesn't always think I'm sexy.
I tried to shrug it off.
Laugh about it.
Keep my chin up.
But yesterday it happened again. And I just can't ignore it. I have to tell somebody. And you, blogging world, are that somebody.
I was home from school, just letting loose after nine hours of teenage drama. I may have been hyper. I may have had entirely too much energy. And like any good wife with energy, I decided to try to seduce my husband. I got awfully close to Hubs, stuck my chest out real sexy like, and puckered my lips.
Surely he would not be able to resist.
"Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss!" I demanded. I wanted a kiss, and I wanted it now, dang it!
Hubs looked at me with a mix of confusion and disgust.
"No. Bonnie, no. You look like some kind of rodent when you do that."
Yep. Sign #2. I'm not sexy.
I tried to shrug it off.
Laugh about it.
Keep my chin up.
But yesterday it happened again. And I just can't ignore it. I have to tell somebody. And you, blogging world, are that somebody.
I was home from school, just letting loose after nine hours of teenage drama. I may have been hyper. I may have had entirely too much energy. And like any good wife with energy, I decided to try to seduce my husband. I got awfully close to Hubs, stuck my chest out real sexy like, and puckered my lips.
Surely he would not be able to resist.
"Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss! Give me a kiss!" I demanded. I wanted a kiss, and I wanted it now, dang it!
Hubs looked at me with a mix of confusion and disgust.
"No. Bonnie, no. You look like some kind of rodent when you do that."
Yep. Sign #2. I'm not sexy.
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