A Foot in the Mouth

Last night as Russ and I were doing the usual getting ready for bed chit-chat it came up that he thought I looked like a certain girl. Upon which I told him I didn't think she was very pretty. To that he replied:

"Well, yeah, I didn't say she was to die for or anything"

Well. Thanks. Now, I know I'm just average... don't get me wrong here. But I would have liked to think that with all that bias that is supposed to go along with the whole husband thing, it would have bumped me up to "dying for" status. Apparently that was a little ambitious.

I had a good laugh and he tried to recover. Tried. But what can you do, he just told me I looked like a girl who was by no means to die for. When not ten minutes later...

Upon climbing into our queen bed soon to be upped to king (more about that later) he says excitedly:

"Man. Just think. Pretty soon we won't have to sleep so close to each other!"

Mind you, this was not a twin bed we were on here... we weren't even touching. Apparently when your spouse isn't to die for, having to endure a night with such close proximity is an unpleasant experience.

Needless to say I had another good laugh as he once again tried to redeem himself. Remind me to add to the list of things I love about Russ: Puts Foot in Mouth. Providing he hasn't shoved it too far in there, it's kind of cute.

Love you babe ;)



**POST EDIT** This is a picture of the girl Russ said I allegedly look like. He said this morning "I actually didn't think she was pretty when I first saw her" Apparently the kind of beauty I possess has to grow on you...



(I don't mean to sound cruel, I by no means think she's ugly, afterall I do look like her... anyway)