It's been awhile since I posted anything because Darling Wife and I have been traveling around the northwestern portion of the North American continent for the last five weeks. We've been back about five days now, and things have slowly started to return to normal.
Then last night as we were watching t.v., my foot brushed up against Darling Wife's leg. She immediately shoved it away and said, "You need to use my foot scrub." Now, I am not an overly macho guy, as anyone who knows me will attest. I don't sport tattoos, wear camoflauge, kill things for fun, engage in drinking matches, or watch ESPN 24 hours a day. But something in me says that using foot scrub is just not very manly.
I know it's silly. My feet are kinda rough. And a little ground coconut shell and green tea never hurt anybody, right? It's no big deal, right? Right?
So, I use the stuff. It's smelly, and I still don't like it. But if it makes Darling Wife happy... pass the pumice.
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If any of those macho man types find out about this — and they give you a hard time — just make it clear you did it for a "chick".
That'll usually get them to back down.
Good point twp!
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