This morning hubby and I were snuggling watching TV while Meggers was still sleeping. I started to feel little hands climbing up my back, then a knee, elbow in the rib, Meggers had apparently awaken and was making her way to be tucked, snug like a little cork between us. “Good Morning Mommy & Daddy” she said plunking her head on our shoulders. Daddy took a look at her loose tooth, “Not ready yet” and then all of a sudden I hear what sounds like a rumbling, crop duster. I swing my head around “was that you?” I ask my hubby cracking a smile and then notice his eyes are wide looking down at Meggers who is giggling. Daddy said “no but it was on my leg” by this time I’m giggling too. He starts to smile and asks Meggers “Why’d you toot on my leg?” Meghan replies “Because I looooooove you Daddy”. lol So daddy starts to tease her that he’s not going to say I love you anymore he’s just gonna toot on her leg to let her know. We were all giggling, I couldn’t believe that sound came from my munchkins little behind. What is it about a little gas that can really get ya giggling? “she gets it from you” I say as I remind him of the next story I’m about to share with you…
Ok we’re going back ten years to when my husband and I had only been together for about 3 months, we were getting ready to go on a cruz to the Bahama’s and we were shopping at one of the higher end stores (this is when we had money and no responsibility). Ok so let me set up the picture for you..
you know how there’s usually a wall with tops hung high and then some sort of pants to match hung below them? Then there’s usually a table like display, about rib high with cute little ensembles folded on it creating a little path between. Well I had just cleared the table display and was out in the open when hubby decides to let one rip sooo loud I swear it echoed throughout the entire store, but here’s the kicker.. he then says hun look at this and ducks down between the wall and the rack just as everyones head in the store turns and looks at me. I’m sooo embarrassed that I just bury my head like an ostrich amongst the tops on the wall and when I dare to peek out my hubby is rolling around on the floor laughing so hard. We left the store promptly with me trying not to laugh, scolding soon to be hubby, who still couldn’t contain his laughter all the way to the parking lot. Got him out of shopping with me for quite a while ~grin~ oh but I got my own back. Mwah ha ha ha!
Hubby used to work at a warehouse full of sweaty, stinky, macho men. I found an old picture of hubby with one of his ex’s dressed like a very girlie Robin Hood (obviously she’d begged him to do it by the expression on his face). Anyway with the help of a few of his friends we plastered the walls of his work with the pictures..lol he endured a lot of teasing for quite a few months after that Aaaahhh the good ol’ days!
5 thoughts on “A Funny Story or two or three…”
seriously, those stories are really humorous!!! 🙂
HAHAHA!!! That is so mean! I love it! 😉
I got my Internet back!
That said, your husband and my husband are sadly cut from the same crop. My husband used to be very polite about it and leave the room, then graduated to the door, the other side of the room, and now, sadly, he just lets er rip and try to get away with it.
(Sigh.) Febreze anyone?