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Back by popular demand…
But seriously, mom, this one’s for you.
Okay, here goes (it’s been a while, give me a break).
My husband came to my work the other day. …..Oh, news flash – I work at a preschool, part time. Basically, my kid gets to go for free and so I still see it as being a 24/7 SAHM….. Anyway, after he left, my coworker said, “your husband is a stud.” I replied, “really? You think he’s hot?” “Yeah, he’s a stud,” she said. So, I had to tell him, right? Boy, did I not realize how much it would go to his head. That was a few days ago and he’s still going on about it.
“Feel this muscle.”
“I was thinking honey, if I had a stud finder and rolled it along my chest, do you think it would beep?”
“yeah, I am a stud.”
“I’m your arm candy.”
“Everyone thinks I am stud.”
“Don’t ya wanna make me happy? I am a stud after all.”
I mean, I like to boost his ego, but it’s gotten a bit out of hand, if you ask me. Don’t ya think?
Oh well, at least I talked his studliness into cleaning out the gutters this weekend. Note to all the women out there: a man cannot turn down a chance to show off how much of a stud he is. Is that being sexist? Oh shoot, I just had a moment of political correctness; I hope it passes.
Till next time,