I should know better than to eat or drink while engaging in light banter with my dear husband.
We were enjoying a nice, Sunday drive in the mini-van. I quietly sipped my coffee while Chuck mused over the driving proficiency exhibited by his fellow Mankind. We both noticed the jogger on the sidewalk; strong, steady strides despite the Texas heat. We couldn’t make out the gender of the jogger. The androgynous athlete wore a red sports bra, which outside Austin would mean “girl,” and disheveled blond hair, which could be “boy” or “girl,” and had the most ripped abs I’ve seen in a long time, which to me, says “boy.” As we got closer, it was obvious it was, indeed, a girl.
I should know better than to eat or drink while engaging in light banter with my dear husband.
We were enjoying a nice, Sunday drive in the mini-van. I quietly sipped my coffee while Chuck mused over the driving proficiency exhibited by his fellow Mankind. We both noticed the jogger on the sidewalk; strong, steady strides despite the Texas heat. We couldn’t make out the gender of the jogger. The androgynous athlete wore a red sports bra, which outside Austin would mean “girl,” and disheveled blond hair, which could be “boy” or “girl,” and had the most ripped abs I’ve seen in a long time, which to me, says “boy.” As we got closer, it was obvious it was, indeed, a girl.
“Wow,” exclaimed Chuck, “I wasn’t sure if that was a girl or a guy!”
“Me either,” I concurred.
“Did you see those abs?” We asked at the same time.
“Yeah, you don’t see too many women with ripped abs like that!”
“Mine are ripped!” I tease.
“Well, yeah, yours are rippled,” he retorts. “In some circles, those are referred to as rolls!”
He happened to announce this as I filled my mouth with a gulp of coffee. Suddenly, I spewed the beverage all over the front, top, sides, floor of the van and my clothes. The van still retains the scent of mocha.
He caught me off guard. I would have aimed for his side had I been prepared. He’s a hoot, that man of mine.