Hubby: Why is there a post it note on the fridge with the word boobs in bold and highlighted?
Me: To remind me.
Hubby: That you have boobs?
Me: No, that’s just silly. I haven’t needed a reminder that I have boobs since 6th grade when I developed like LITERALLY overnight and the mean girls made poor Brian Cooper go up to me outside school, while we were waiting for the bus, and ask me if I stuffed my bra. And because I was really pissed off with everyone whispering behind my back about that, I decided to put a stop to it and yelled, “NO, I’M NOT EVEN WEARING A BRA!” and then I pulled my shirt up and flashed him and half the school. He was so horrified he turned around and ran straight into a street sign, he ended up having a mild concussion. Not bad for my boys first showing, AND no one ever teased me about stuffing my bra after that day!
Hubby: Wow, and back to the post it?
Me: Oh, ya, it’s a reminder to make an appointment for a booby scan. Gotta keep my boys safe.
Hubby: And you call them boys because?
Me: Well they get in way more trouble then girls would.
Hubby: Sure, it’s THEM causing the trouble… make the appointment now I’m taking down the post it, it’s distracting me from the reason I opened the fridge.
Me: Well you’re holding a cereal box so I’m guessing you were going in for milk, if anything my post it note should have helped you remember that!
Hubby: And there’s the imagery… I’m just gonna have some toast.