Last night like every night, the spouse and I both lay in bed reading because as you all know we live in a domestic utopia....
I am nearing the end of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (again) and He is reading something to do with pesticides? When I turned to the next totally enthralling page I found a pubic hair (or what looked like one) tucked nicely between the pages. I picked it out and showed it to him.
"Look, there was a pube in between my pages."
"That's frickin gross, get it away from me"
Suddenly I felt the need to defend the pube...
"It's probably yours, and really how is it gross, it's our book, it's our pube?"
"It's still frickin gross, get rid of it" he said backing away from it
I dropped the dark hair into the dark thick puddle of hair on my old man's chest.
"Find it now fucker!" I yelled
Poor Mike! That is SO mean, but yet So funny!