I've had one heck of a long day. that was full of ignorant people and whiny Karens. I was ready to just go home, relax and maybe spend time with my hubby if he wasn't handling club matters.
When I got home I called out that I was home since I saw his bike.
I faintly heard his reply as I meandered downstairs for a bit scrounging up some food and watching a bit of tv before curiosity got the better of me when my hubby didn't come to greet me like he normally does when he is home before me.
When I headed up to our room I saw him in the bathroom.
"Angel, what are you doing?" I asked as I leaned against the bathroom door frame.
"manscaping," he says
I arched a brow before pushing off the frame and walking closer.
"your shaving your chest or downstairs?" I asked
"both," he says
"How come?" I asked
"it's getting hairy," he says
"what is wrong with a hairy chest?" I asked
"it's a pain in the ass when tugged," he says
"ok why are you shaving downstairs?" I asked
"I don't want no damn bush down there," he says
I chuckled and hopped up on the counter and watched him Manscape.
"has someone else been tugging on your chest hair?" I asked
"no other person has done that but you" he replied
"That was an accident" I stated
"I know but it still hurts," he says
"well it will be a sight to see you without your hairy chest" I claim
"it will be less trouble," he says
I nodded my head in agreement as I kept watching him.
When he asked about my day I groaned and told him what had all happened and how I was ready to just snap and loose my shit.
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