Tonight, Jeff and I went to the Outback for dinner. He had a gift card taking up space in his wallet since Christmas, and the kids were all gone to watch the high school talent show. So, kid-free (and FREE) dinner! WIN!
During dinner Jeff was lamenting that he had wanted only a salad for dinner because he "felt fat." Um, excuse me - GIRL WORDS! What guy says he feels fat? Well, my husband does. But that didn't stop him from downing steak and lobster AND a chocolate Thunder from Down Under dessert.
At any rate, he mentioned he needed to be "a little bit fat" because when he was out in the woods doing his mountain man/elk hunting/scratching-his-balls thing, he needed some fat reserves in case he got lost in the woods and was starving.
Me: You know, that's why women survive better than men in those types of situations. Because we have more fat.
Jeff: Yeah, like that guy we know who couldn't finish the Ironman? That guy was all skinny and shit, but that one lady? She was WAY heavier than him, AND older, and she finished!"
Me: Exactly. I mean (gesturing up and down my body), I did TWO triathlons! If this body can do it, anyone can!
Jeff: Well........there was a little less of you then.
Postscript - I'm planning to Nair off one of his eyebrows while he sleeps. Subtle, but effective.
2 comments:
Ha ha! I still love you!
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