Every so often I’m able to talk Jeremy into something he would normally have no part of. Sometimes it's a spa day. Micro-dermabrasion, Mani pedi, full out makeover, whatever. It’s a bonding experience. So I picked up some facemasks with just this purpose in mind. After putting me off all weekend I finally got him to submit to my beautification last night. I was so high on having Jeremy give into my demands that when he went out for a late night Rabba run (at my insistence – I needed pop dammit!) I couldn't help but crow 'I love you baby - cuz you do what I tell you".
Look. Of. Death. Shudder.
I would have been more apologetic if it hadn't been so hilarious. It was totally worth it.