--->Laying in bed on Sunday morning<----
Me: I think that this deodorant is weird.
Steve: mmm-hmmm
Me: Like, it smells fine, but when it mixes with sweat, it smells weird. Like baby powder and sweat mixed together. It's gross. At least I think it is. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
Steve: [silence]
Me: And I have a really sensitive sense of smell.
Steve: [silence]
Me: Smell my armpit and tell me if I need to get some new deodorant.
Steve: no.
Me: [climbing over and attempting to shove armpit in his face] Come on! Just smell it for me and tell me if I need to buy new deodorant.
Steve: [rolling face into pillow] I am NOT smelling your armpit.
Me: I NEED you to.
Steve: NO. You. Don't. I'm not doing it - get away from me.
Me: It doesn't smell SMELL...it just smells weird. Tell me if you think it smells weird.
Steve: I AM NOT SMELLING YOUR ARMPIT.
{much scuffling and wrestling ensues...in attempt to make Steve forcibly smell armpit. The children come to his aid and all 3 boys are jumping on my back and punching me}
Me (giving up): Hmphh. Fine.
Steve: Fine.
Me: I would smell yours if you asked me to.
Steve: I'm sure you would.
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Tammi, you are so strange, thank God! :) Your brother has a story on his blog that had me laughing out loud and I printed it off and have it in my beauty shop sharing the antics with my customers. Guess what I just did with this little story. It will also be in the shop for everyone to read. Gerry's comment after he read this Sunday morning discussion was, "Strangeness DOES run in your family." I learned something from that comment...I have always thought Uncle Gerry was strange but I never knew he felt I was strange. Hum...brings a whole new dimension to our life.
Thanks for sharing... I think. LOL
Love ya,
Auntie Dee :)
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