Last Wednesday (my birthday) after work; I worked out, came home, showered, and put on my favorite sweats---I've been wearing them since my days at good ole FAU. (Seriously, these sweats have been everywhere with me: Cabo San Lucas, Costa Rica, Hawaii, Bonaire, Jamaica, and over half the states here in the US. They've been through numerous moves, break ups, and sick/lazy days. And for the record: they are still going strong; I can even wear them to family dinner and my mother still hasn't demanded I retire them....although, I'm not sure she realizes how long these sweats have been in our lives.)
Anyway the point is this: I was wearing the sweats when Hubs came home. Our conversation went like this:
Me: You're Home!
Hubs: Happy Birthday, Birthday Girl!
Me: Yep...it feels good to be 23! Is that my present behind your back?
Hubs: Yes, here you go!
(I feverishly open the bag to find one piece long john PJs!
Me: Yay! If only they had a trap door
Hubs: They don't make trap doors for girls.
Me: Lame
Hubs: Try them on!
(Sweats come off. Long Johns go on.)
Hubs: They look good.
Me: Yay
Hubs: Are you ready to go eat Sushi?
Me: Yeah, I guess
Hubs: You don't want to go?
Me: No I do. I just don't want to get all dressed and stuff...can I wear my sweats?
Hubs: Oh course! Its your birthday!
Me: Really? I can really wear my sweats out on my birthday date and you will still give me bday action later?
Hubs: Uh Yeeeeeeah. Of course! Duh.
Me: Sweet!
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