How did you know?
GRIN # 423
The other night as we were turning in for bed, Jerry complained of his lips being really dry.
So I said, “Oh, here, use my Chap Stick.” Because I’m a Chap Stick addict and I have tubes everywhere, including one on the night stand. I don’t even care. There are way worse things I could be addicted to.
“No, that’s okay,” Jerry said. “I’ll just wait til morning.”
“You’ll sleep with me but you won’t share my Chap Stick?” I asked. “That makes no sense at all.”
“Let me see it,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I bet it has a rounded tip because you put it on weird and glom it all around your mouth.”
“No I don’t!”
So I showed it to him and damn if he wasn’t right!
“How did you know that?” I was a little amazed.
“Normal people get a tissue and clean it off until it’s unclogged. And squeeze the tube from the bottom.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, that takes way too much time. I’m in a hurry. What else do you know about me?” I asked.
“That there will always be a big tennis shoe to trip over in the middle of the night because you leave your shoes everywhere. And you never let the car warm up. And the pool towels will always be draped over my bikes in the garage and…”
“Fine! That’s enough. You know me,” I said, getting into bed. “Do you want to use the Chap Stick or not?”
“It’s called ‘Soft Lips.'”
“It’s girly stuff.”
“I’m girly. And I’m in the bedroom.”
That shut him up.
Yeah. Score one for the toothpaste-mangling, chap-stick-rounding girly girl. Finally.