Monday, January 14, 2013

It's official.

The romance? Well, if it's not dead it's at least hiding from me.

Want to know how I know that?

Because my husband sneezed on me last night.

Sneezed. On my face.

Not on purpose (and he was totally, totally mortified). He doesn't do things like that. I've never been in the bathroom at the same time as him (except to just like wash my hands while he's washing his hands or something). He doesn't fart in front of me (at least on purpose). He spends a lot of time doing things like making sure his mustache is even on both sides. A lot.

He doesn't do things like SNEEZE ON MY FACE.

I guess it's a miracle it only took him about thirteen years to show me the real him. I might have gotten a bit more disgusted otherwise.


Bethany said...

Here's one for you:

When Kenny and I were dating, he threw up on me. Not just on me but ON MY FACE!! Tomato-mofo-soup! He thought he was going to burp (which is bad enough, but he's not like Jason, he's like a ridiculous six year old boy) instead of burping, he barfed!

And I still married him. What does that say about me?

Jenski said...

My BF has been tootin' in front of me almost from the beginning and sees nothing wrong with it...even when we're in an enclosed car. I envy you Jason's mortification.