Steph let out a shriek this morning as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror before climbing in the shower with me. “How could you look at me” she cried! I told her “I don’t look at you, I know what you look like“.
“Really” she said…
Thinking quickly, as her hand hesitated on my hot soapy back I said “I could draw a picture of your face with the charcoal end of a burnt stick, in the dark“.
My back is clean so I think it worked. ?