I’m fairly certain that I could write an entire book entitled “Inappropriate Conversations” because Mark and I have a LOT of them. I was not going to share this one with you, but my dear friend, Gina (go check out her blog), insisted that the world needed to know this. So, blame Gina.
On Mother’s Day Mark and I were loading rocks onto the trailer so we could move them up to our new lots. After we got them loaded we were just sitting there resting. He got on the 4wheeler to move the loaded trailer and goes, “just relax, I’ll unload them.” I said, “You can’t get those rocks off by yourself.” He goes, “I’ve gotten my rocks off by myself before.” OMG!
And that, my friends, is a fairly typical conversation between my husband and me.