“So, how are things with you and Jon?”
“Eh. We are both crazy with our schedules. He works eleventyhundred hours a day and I have rehearsals and performances out the yin-yang for the next two weeks.We hardly see each other and it just puts me in a bad mood a lot of the time. ”
“How is he?”
“He is being great about the kids and house but our relationship is pretty “EH” right now. There are things that I am upset about and we suck at working through things, so they just fester. Mainly, we just walk around being pissy or avoidant with each other. ”
“He’s probably just wants to see you naked more. At least, that’s usually why men get “Pissy”. If men can see a naked woman on a regular basis they’re right as rain.”
“Yah, well, I guess he can just put the scale in the bedroom then, because I pretty much weigh myself naked every day.”
“Touche.”
Filed under: 
There is very little in this world that naked boobies can’t fix. Unless you’re a gay man, I guess. Or a straight woman. Or a non-nursing child.
Never mind.
hey, i’ve been there. and back. and there again. and back again.
you get the idea. ;)
…marriage. Yay!
Sometimes it’s not good to be naked, like when your cooking…well I guess if you wear an apron.
I can relate. I have some festering of my own..
“Touché” is probably the best most underused response ever. (It’s also one of my favorite local eateries.)
(Am I the only one that doesn’t like to step on a scale barefoot? I get creeped out. I even pondered moving it out of the bathroom, or just gifting it to the trash-can. I hate even thinking about germs on my feet, which, hey, they’re probably covered with them, but denial. I choose denial.)
Here’s to happier, more nekkid times to come! (No pun intended. Wow. I totally went there. On ACCIDENT.)
Oooooo good idea…although being that I weigh myself before my first cup of coffee (or drop of anything because I’m sick like that), I may bite his freaking head off if he tried to touch me.
*snorts*
i love that!! better put the scale in the bathroom cause i pretty much weigh myself every morning naked. too funny!!!
Just walk up to Jon, put your arms around him and tell him, “Honey, I know you are working very, very hard and I’m really busy now, too. But I want you to know I love you very, very much!” Then lay a big fat kiss on his mouth!!!
Trust me, this ALWAYS gets good results!
GET NAKED ALREADY.
Seriously. It solves everything ;)
Why can’t I have conversations with friends like this? I used to, but now I have no friends (see blog for reason why). I want friends again!
Naked, after using the toilet, before eating breakfast, after my workout–anything to shed those extra ounces :)
And can I say I’m EXCITED??? It’s going to be fun. . . .
Enough is enough. I’ve decided that I have spent the last few years being waaaay too nice to my husband. I have spoiled him, and I am tired of being taken advantage of.
Oh, and just to get him good and scared that I might run off with some sugar daddy:
the diet is SO BACK ON! Oh, ya! Skinny me is so gonna rock!
WHo’s with me?! If they don’t appreciate us for us- let them continue their poor treatment of us! Sucks for them when we are even more super hot and thinner! Woohoo!!!
Going to bed… I’m starting to sound insane now.
I started to type out individual answers but it is one of those subjects that you can only say so much about on a blog.
Snarg.
(Hey! I just made up a new word! I couldn’t decide whether to type “Snot” or “Arg”. Snarg it is. Sweet.)
My scale is a big, fat, hairy LIAR!!!
So are my pants. And my mirrors. And my too tight wedding rings.
SNARG!
Ha Ha! That’s too cute.
It’s the truth though. (about the sex thing)
It is not weird that you still do that to your hair :-) Don’t we all?
I think snarg is the best word I’ve heard in a while.
My husband is always telling me he’d be much happier if he could see more of “naked Isabel”. Whatever…I’m too busy!!