For those of you who have been wondering, DH stands for 'dear husband.' It's something I picked up on a triplet group site -- DH, DD (dear daughter), DS (dear son). So, no, it doesn't stand for Designated Hitter, or (a popular guess) Dick Head.
Although perhaps after last night...
I was colouring my hair (YAY, no mishaps to report!) and I had taken off my shirt to avoid staining it.
So he and I were sitting in front of the TV, folding laundry, watching the show where people bid on the contents of abandoned storage containers.
I suddenly realized:
"Can you believe there was once a time where just the sight of me in my bra would've driven you wild?"
<pause>
<chuckle>
"That was a looooooong time ago."
Speaking of the bloom being off the rose (or whatever that expression is) the girls watched a show the other day where a girl cut some heat when she was on a date.
The girls didn't see what was wrong with that.
I explained:
"Well, yes, it's true that everybody does it, but people don't usually do it on the first date. Can you believe that when Pop and I started going out, we didn't fart in front of each other for a long time! I call that 'false advertising.'"
The girls then decided that you should be able to fart in front of each other on the 8th date. I think that would be good, take all the guesswork out of the equation.
But where on earth would you go for that 8th date?
Haven't farted in front of Abe yet..it's been 9 years!! And rather strange since I was voted the "Fart Queen of Springfield"..but I figure I'm saving it up for a special occasion..then well..God have mercy on his soul!!
ReplyDeleteClearly the 8th date should be the Zurich Bean Festival. To make it SUPER special, bring a box of matches and light 'em up. Ah, romance...
ReplyDeleteIf you still haven't by that time, I'd suggest: http://www.niagarafreefall.com/freefall/index.htm
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