“Don’t put that in your blog!”

T.J. is sitting next to me right now eating some breakfast. I have this new, plush robe on that I got for the hospital (I’m just breaking it in…) and T.J. rubbed my arm and said,

“You’re like a woolly…”

Then he paused. I looked at him. He smiled and tried again,

“You’re like a woolly SKINNY mammoth.”

There ya go.

To all the men out there, don’t call your wife (especially your pregnant wife) the name of an animal that weighed 8 tons. But if you do, follow T.J.’s footsteps and add the word “skinny.” It makes all the difference. HA.