My husband had just gotten home. “Quick, hide me and don’t tell them where I am!” I half joked to my husband as I collapsed onto our bed beside him.
He tossed my favorite dark brown feather blanket on top of me, and then he said, “Now you look like a big pile of poop.”
Poop! My husband just told me I looked like a pile of poop!
Quite a few remarks popped into my head at that, but none of them came out. I was laughing way too hard to talk, which I’m pretty sure made my husband feel better, because he kind of got real quiet after what he said, like he thought he might have just stepped in it.
“Hey, at least they won’t want to bother you that way,” he said as we continued to laugh.
Sometimes my husband can say the sweetest things. This time he said I looked like a pile of poop, and you know what? It inspired just what I really needed at the moment, a good laugh.