This is not my foot. I know this because those are not my husband's hands.
So I was all like "These feet aren't going to squeeze themselves."
And as he squoze, he was all like, "Why don't you ever squeeze my feet?"
And I was all like, "O.M.G. Whatever you do, do not stop squeezing. This is so great. Ahhhh."
And then after a second he goes, "When are you going to squeeze my feet??"
And I go "Shush. I just want to sit here and concentrate on how great it is when you squeeze my feet. I cooked you chili in the crock pot and made the very special rolls."
And he was all like, "Well, I put up the Christmas lights, and washed out the crock pot. It's only fair if you squeeze my feet."
And I was all like, "Fair is for sissies. SQUEEZE."
And then my son was all like, "You guys are freaks, I'm going to watch TV in my room."
Haha, I had this almost same conversation with my husband last night, about back rubs! He said that I should just rub my back on the corner of the door like he does. Like a bear. I always offer to scratch his back, but he never takes me up on it!
ReplyDeleteOh, and you should totally send me a pic of your Snuggie son!
Pretty sure we've had that same conversation over here! LOL
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