Let me preface this by saying that Mr. Superman nor I smoke weed. I know I have to put that out there because SOMEONE is bound to think the contrary.
I started work this week. I would drop Mr. Superman off at base, come home to veg a bit, get ready, then head to work myself. After getting off work, I would come home, veg for 20 minutes, then head to base to pick him up. This ensued after being home together for a little while and I was smoochin' my man. I had also been complaining of hunger for a while.
Him: What is that?
Me: What?
Him: You smell like weed.
SILENCE
Me: What!?
Him: Seriously you do.
Me: You are crazy.
PROCEED SMOOCHING
Him: Okay, you REALLY smell like weed.
Me: Is it my hands? (Has him smell my hands)
Him: No.
Me: Is it my hair? (Puts head down so he can smell it.)
Him: Nope.
Me: Is it my breath? (Kisses him again)
SILENCE
Him: Yes!
SILENCE
Him: What do you do at work babe?
Me: Oh come on, you can't be serious!
SILENCE
Me: I swear that's not why I'm starving either.
Him: Nice.
10 comments:
Hahaha. This was great. :)
The unit of a friend's husband does Urinalysis (or piss tests as they're more casually called!) on a pretty regular basis. I guess one day an E-5 thought his kid smelled like weed, so he marched his kid into the unit and asked the unit to test him. LOL! At least Mr. Superman didn't march you back into work to get tested! =)
Hahahahahahaha!!!!!! I love it! You guys have some of the greatest conversations ever. =)
LOL! =)
Thanks for linking up this week - I am also your newest follower now!
That's hilarious!
omg!! how funny!! :) haha!
toooo funny!!! looking forward to getting to know you!!!
I love reading your pillow talk ROFL
That is hilarious!!!
hahahahaha... we know what you were really doing at work ;) I'm just playing!!
I just grabbed this out of your archive... HILARIOUS!
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