Tuesday, May 09, 2006
My husband, the smart-arse.
I make soap. That's one of the things I do. Not only do I make it, but I sell it for a profit. Many people have purchased my soaps and find them lovely. Many people have received my soaps as gifts and wondered, "Is she trying to tell me I smell?"
But I digress.
Today, after dinner, my husband decided it was time for him to bathe. Thank goodness. It is Tuesday, after all.
So he's in the tub, and starts hollering for me. I go in there and have the following conversation:
Smart-Arse Man: What's this soap? (hands it to me)
Me: *smells soap* It's Macho Man Face and Body Soap.
S.A.M.: Pfft. Isn't there any decent soap in this house?
He knows, of course, that I have about 400 bars in the garage. Ass.
at Tuesday, May 09, 2006