The other night, I was sitting on the couch with the hubs and thinking about how the Ibuprofen I'd taken for my leg wasn't working, when all of a sudden, my hubs started massaging my leg. Without him even knowing about the pain or anything. Just to be nice, because he's that kind of guy.
So here I am thinking how lucky I am to have a husband who's so loving and how, WOW! THAT FEELS GOOD. And as he continues to massage my leg, I'm feeling all sexy-like and I'm thinking that I might be gettin' lucky tonight, when out of his mouth comes this:
"You know, we really need to start going to the gym."
As in you, Kim. Need to start going to the gym.
Now. He'll deny my interpretation to eternity, but what is a girl to think, really, when you're all rubbing on her leg and, instead of getting inspired to get all frisky, you get inspired to... mention that "WE" might need to start going to the gym?
Man. What a buzz kill.