This morning after working out and sweating like a pig (which I told my husband I had just done), I came home and cleaned the house - which I only do when I'm going to have a guest over for a Mary Kay facial. Then I showered, styled and sprayed my hair, put on my makeup and got dressed. I did later change my nice shirt for a house shirt, but the slacks are still on.
My husband came home forty minutes ago to said clean house, kissed my clean, fresh smelling face, and we got to talking.
"...I'm going to go take a shower now..." he said.
"Ok, honey."
"Have you showered yet today?" he asked me.
Really?!
Oh. Help.
