Dave and I are kind of shy around each other. Well we were. Not any longer. I kind of did something that crossed the line and irrevocably has changed the smell and sound of our house.
Let's just be up front okay? So we never farted in front of each other. Ever. I would go for a walk and do my thing. Dave would go into the office and do his thing. Until one day....
Sometimes I do things that I think are going to be hilarious....I don't remember if I had a few glasses of wine or was just sober on a Sunday afternoon, but I was laying in bed and may have dutch ovened my boyfriend. I know!! Not funny! Completely gross and man-like! I know people! I thought it would be hilarious though. I even said Dave put your nose right here and pointed to my right hip bone. He complied....
See what I mean about crossing the line? I do that from time to time.
He later said he thought I put some sort of essential oil on and was trying to lure him into bed or something. So wrong was he.
That was the breaking point.
Since then it's kind of a 'who can be louder' contest, which he is winning by lots and lots and oodles and oodles.