So Far, The Reason Why Marriage Sucks

Well, DH and I were sitting on the sofa the other day enjoying our time. I had just shaved, so I propped my legs into his lap.

DH: Your legs are so smooth. Why can't you shave every day?

Me: Why don't you shave every day? Besides, look at the area I have to cover and it takes so much time.

DH: Well . . . you're right. Do you want me to shave every day? Does this bother you?

Me: No, I like it when you don't shave.

It's not like I don't shave ever. I shave on average twice a week. Day one and two are fine; I'm not embarassed to wear shorts. Day three is a jeans day. I can already hear some of you, "eww, gross." But listen, I have a full time job, a part time job, I take 2 classes at the college and volunteer. The way I look at it, he can either have dinner or shaved legs. Since I benefit from dinner, dinner wins.

Now the rat bastard has changed the game. He is willing to shave his face every day to get me to keep my legs shaved.

Maybe I ought to make him shave his legs. Then every time I shave mine, he has to shave his and we'll see how long this "keep your legs shaved" thing lasts.

Rat Bastard!