We met some friends at the park and had a picnic with Rudy's BBQ (YUMMY!!) and then let the kids play. It was a beautiful evening and to top it off we decided to go to Dairy Queen for some ice cream. As I am shoveling a Reese's Peanutbutter Cup Blizzard in my mouth my husband says:
- "Wow, sweetie, you worked so hard cleaning the house today you deserve every bite of that. And go ahead and eat mine too!"
- "A small blizzard? You look so good these days, you really do deserve a large."
- "Uhh...what's up with Weight Watchers?
If you guessed option #3, please stand up and take a bow, I'm applauding you right now.
The real question is, was I more embarrassed that he mentioned this in front of friends or that he made me think about WW, while I was thoroughly enjoying my blizzard, thereby sprinkling my almost perfect evening with guilt? If you know me at all, you know the latter answer is definitely the correct one. Embarrassing me is very hard to do!
Oh, and by the way, I might be offended that my amazingly, not-always-so-brilliant husband would mention my weight to me if I didn't know that this man adores the ground I walk on, tells me daily that he thinks I'm gorgeous and cannot keep his hands off me (thus the 3 pregnancies in 6 years business)!!!