Mr. Boar is home today and he came with me on my Costco shopping trip. This is really nice because it’s always nice to have company, plus he can help with the heavy stuff.
We are walking around the store on our Costco date and Mr. Boar is like a fifth grade boy – he keeps poking me, grabbing my arm, pinching me. I think he thinks it’s romantic. and it would be …. if I still kept a little diary with a unicorn and a lock on it where I could write down all my Robbie Benson fantasies.
Can you picture it? me trying to do some last minute Christmas shopping with the whole pushing of the cart and the crowded Costco and Boar full of piss and vinegar. Finally after one back of arm/triceps pinchy-poo too many I say, “For the love of God would you knock it off?!”.
and he says, “I just love that skin flap”.
Take a moment won’t you and re-read that last sentence. My underarm – Mr. Boar referred to my skin flap. Yup, skin flap. That is exactly what he said.
ps. Cara has already told me to look on the bright side – he could hate that skin flap.
pps. and I got plenty more skin flaps where that came from.