Me: “No, I’m really not.”
Him: “You are too!”
This is the conversation that transpired between me and my better half about a week ago. You see, there was this contest; a blog contest that I really wanted to participate in. Moonspun from Moonspun Spins will be celebrating her 400th post this week. (400 posts! If you haven’t already, go check her out ‘cause I got the bloggy love for her), and ran a contest asking people to submit something (i.e. a poem, dirty joke, paragraph, picture) showing what the name ‘moonspun’ means to them.
Anyhoo, back to the beginning of that conversation which took place about five minutes after he walked through the door after being out of town for a week.
Me: “I need you to take a picture of my ass through the dryer door.”
Me: “There’s this blog contest where I have to send something that means Moonspun. So I was thinking moon = ass and spun = the dryer.”
Him: “Uh yeah…no.”
Me: “No really, I HAVE TO DO THIS!”
Him: “You are an exhibitionist.”
Me: “No, I’m not.”
He then asked me who’s idea it was to partake of the au natural splendor of the nudist beach in Jamaica where we got married. I admit it was my idea, butt it’s not like you’re ever going to ‘see’ those people again.
He reminded me that I’m the one who’ll say, “Let’s go skinny dipping!” Butt it’s dark outside, no one can see us.
He then brought up this photo:
Yeah, butt then I had to bring up that I actually had panties on butt he was the one who PhotoShopped them off of me so that wasn’t a valid point.
He finally caved and took the picture of my
Me: “See, it’s funny.”
Larry the Cable Guy: “I don’t care who you are, that’s funny.”
Me: “See, I told you so.”
Him: “And whose ass is on the internet? You’re an exhibitionist.”
Me: “Butt I'm not!”