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Last night, my hubs tells me in his sweetest, most sincere voice that I have “nice broad shoulders” and then with the speed and agility of man about to be shot, says “but, not in a Olga East German Swimmer kind of way.” This was soon followed by snickers, giggles, and then all out rolling laughter.
I think he meant that I had strong, shapely shoulders, but failed miserably in the delivery of said meaning.
It still makes me giggle as I type this.
Manly doesn’t pass out compliments all too often, so the fact that he was trying to tell me that he thought I was beautiful meant more than anything he was trying to say. As I fell asleep last night, I couldn’t help but be grateful for marrying a man with a fantastic sense of humor.
He makes life fun and for that I am truly grateful.
I’m a lucky girl…
Olga shoulders and all.