March 29, 2005
Worthy of the Shaven Leg
So this morning, I'm having breakfast, and Husband is taking the dog out, and I go, "I need the checkbook today so I can pay Heather."
"Friend Heather?"
"No, Masseuse Heather."
So I'm in the shower, and Husband is shaving, and I go, "Dude, you used all the hot water, and I have to shave my legs for Heather!"
(Yeah, I don't care if I'm a friggin' yeti for my husband, but God forbid my massuese touches leg hair. These are my priorities.)
"Did I? Sorry." Pause. "Are you having dinner with Heather or at home?"
"What? Noooo, Massuese Heather!"
"Oh."
Dude! I just told him five minutes ago that I was going to see Masseuse Heather, and he forgot. But that's not what made me pause mid-stroke.
What made me pause was that he thought I was shaving my legs for Friend Heather,... and he apparently thought nothing of it.
Now, given the implications of me shaving my legs for Friend Heather, I figured he'd either have his BVDs plastered to his abdomen, or he'd be insanely jealous that I'm doing something with a non-Husband, non-Massuese person, during which my legs will be bare and touched.
But no. The prospect of Friend Heather and my silky legs didn't phase him either way. So...
DID YOU HEAR THAT, FRIEND HEATHER? WE'RE TOTALLY IN THE CLEAR!
Comments
the possibilities are mind-boggling. . . {droool}
Posted by: heather at March 29, 2005 02:35 PM
Well, obviously he didn't consider you were shaving your legs for her for that reason. Being male (as am I) he obviously figured it was a girl thing and that being out with any friend (hubbies/boyfriends past a certain stage don't count) while you have hairly legs is a reason to be shunned from society.
Makes perfect sense.
Posted by: carpdeus at March 29, 2005 08:35 PM
Pictures! This meeting would be worthless without pictures!
Posted by: Marty at March 29, 2005 09:14 PM