After a long day at work and Young Womens and running errands, Chris and I were laying on the couch last night at about 9:45 when we had this conversation. (I should probably mention that I've been unusually munchy for sugary foods in the last two weeks.)
Me: "Honey, I'm fighting the urge to eat something really sugary and high in calories right now."
Chris: "Do it!"
Me: Confused. "You're supposed to tell me not to do it..."
Chris: "Why? You're already fat."
And there you have it, folks.
So I ate an ice cream sandwich. And enjoyed every last bite.
Disclaimer: Chris was not being rude -- he was just being his usual, honest, direct self. His comments in no way hurt my feelings. Later, he clarified that he didn't mean I was actually "fat," just that I already have a big belly because of the baby.
3 comments:
lol omg i laughed out loud at this. You guys are so cute :)
That's sounds just like something Seth would say! ha! Love our engineer, completely direct, and painfully literal husbands!
Justin told me that there was no difference between being fat and being pregnant. but you look great!
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