To celebrate the fun of the past few weeks, Jason and I did something very exciting.
We went to Target. To buy Jason new underwear.
I know. Try to hold yourself back.
So we're standing in Target in the underwear section. And I say to Jason, from across the aisle,
"Hey babe? What kind of underwear was it you liked?"
He didn't answer me.
So I thought, logically, he didn't hear me. So I said, even louder,
"Jason? What brand did you like?"
He still didn't respond, so I said, quite loudly, "JASON! WHAT KIND OF UNDERWEAR DID YOU WANT?"
Jason walked around the aisle and gave me a distinct, "OH MY GOD WOULD YOU SHUT UP?" kind of look.
I don't see that from him frequently. But I know it when I see it.
"What?" I asked.
"WHAT KIND OF UNDERWEAR DID YOU WANT STEPHANIE?" he asked, loudly.
And it became clear to me that my husband, standing in the middle of the UNDERWEAR AISLE AT TARGET was completely mortified that I was asking him WHAT KIND OF UNDERWEAR HE WANTED.
At Target. In the underwear aisle. As though everyone there was not ALSO BUYING UNDERWEAR or THINKING ABOUT BUYING UNDERWEAR.
So I said, quite loudly,
"YOU KNOW I DON'T WEAR ANY UNDERWEAR JASON! GOD!"
He doesn't think I'm funny at all.