Last week I may have dogged Dadisodes a bit with his smelly post. And the good readers that you are backed him up.  My apologies, I did not have my camera handy to capture the goofy, haha-I-told-you-so smile he wore when he came home from work that day. After reading through your comments on cutting him slack, and him rubbing it briefly into my face, I was mostly convinced that he meant well.  Mostly.  I realized I should make more of an effort to find deeper meaning in his primitive ways of communicating compliments.  So I’m trying. Really I am.

Last night, after Babisodes was far off in the land of nod, Dadisodes and I camped on the couch watching Paranormal State.  Actually, we were both on our laptops, but I was burrowing my face into his shoulder in absolute fear.  Anyhow, as the program paused for a commercial break, I lifted my head to resume typing, ignoring the laundry detergent commercial on TV.  Of course, this is when Dadisodes decided to tune in.

Dadisodes:   Woolite, isn’t that to clean…Wool?

Me: Um…no.  It’s detergent to keep your…uh… delicate clothes from fading.

Dadisodes: *blink*

Me:  Ya know.  Things like lingerie, bras, panties….

Dadisodes: Oh!…

*Light bulb flickers above head*

Dadisodes:  I see. You mean…the nicer, fru-fru under wear.
*Nods head recalling what those used to look like*

It took a minute to process, but my husband is a sweetheart.  He still loves me, despite my lack of Woolite use.  Faded cotton panties and all.

See? I dug deep.