Earlier this week the mister and I went to the gym together and sweated our way through spin class. Later that evening we were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. I was brushing my teeth while he was flexing and admiring his muscles in the mirror.
Mister: flex flex flex My biceps look nice.
Me: mumble around a mouthful of toothpaste and my whirring Sonicare
Mister: flex flex flex Check out those pecs!
Me: mumble mumble spit
Mister: flex flex flex And these triceps!
Me: puts down toothbrush and flexes triceps, rotating arm so he can see the definition.
Mister: jaw drops. Wow.
Me: That’s right.