If you have been married awhile and added a couple kids to the mix you know how hard you have to work at keeping the romance alive. Oddly enough poopy diapers, stacks of unwashed dishes and leg hairs that have been sorely neglected during quick showers while the kids tear down the house outside don’t really set the mood.
So when the stars align, the mood strikes and the kids are actually asleep you should take advantage.
The hubby and I found such a moment last night but something unfortunate happened as we began to kiss. There is no great way to dance around the subject. Ryan’s breath just stank. Stink. Stank. Stunk.
And since I am clearly not so great at dancing around the subject I told him so. Well I was kind of polite about it!! But I may have told him his breath smelled like hot dogs. He protested that he had just brushed his teeth and as far as he could recall, had not had any hotdogs in the recent past. Not wanting to risk the moment passing he went off to brush again.
But after he left I realized the smell was still strong. It was like one of those smells that gets trapped in your nose and won’t leave. I may or may not have expressed loudly that this was the case as my hubby brushed his teeth in the next room.
Until he came back in, took a big whiff and noted that we clearly had a skunk right outside our window. Whoops. My bad.
