It’s not very often you get to see the Husband’s face on this blog. In fact, he would probably kill me if he knew I were posting this. It’s a good thing he never reads my blog.
The reason for this is that he hates getting his picture taken — I usually get his back when I take pictures.
I don’t know why either — isn’t he just the cutest?
This story starts last week — when the Husband came home exclaiming he “needed new swim trunks”. Although, I am more than certain his exact words were not “swim trunks” because well, he doesn’t use that word. Board shorts? Swim suit? I’m not sure what he calls them.
So off he went to the store on Thursday night to find new swimming attire — but no dice. He couldn’t find anything that he liked enough to buy — which was quite the predicament seeing as we were leaving for Michigan the following afternoon. I don’t think swimming naked would be appropriate.
But who knows — the Husband’s uncle might have liked it. They have quite a strange relationship.
And I just might get shunned for posting that picture. It was worth it.
On Friday when we were only running 4 hours and 30 minutes behind schedule (a new record — yahoo!), the Husband was late in part because he was off finding new swimwear. I let it slide, knowing that it was quite the necessary errand. Then I regretted letting it slide because we sat in traffic for 6 hours. It’s a good thing I wasn’t the driver. This girl gets road rage quickly.
Anyways — new swim trunks were found — hooray! But they didn’t exactly live up to the Husband’s standards. He is more of a “board shorts” kind of guy — and these were not those. The second he got home, he was already plotting his plan to “cut out that really sweet mesh lining” — you know the kind I’m talking about. We’re not a mesh lining kind of family.
But the good news is, he got the swim trunks — which could only mean one thing. The Husband got to play in the water this weekend. His wife loves him, but not enough for him to ruin perfectly good plaid shorts in a murky lake all weekend.
Soon enough on Saturday morning, many of us loaded up on the speed boat to accomplish a little bit of tubing action.
I must say the men in our family truly are competitive — and a little rambunctious. The entire time they were tubing on Saturday, I was having a major case of belly laughs because they are just so mean to each other (in a loving way of course).
There was kicking.
There was tube jumping.
There were choice words being used that little children should not be present for.
And there were also wipe outs.
The Husband is not a wimpy guy. He can take a wipe out just as well as the next woman, but his pride is always a little bit hurt.
It took us a while for the boat to speed around back to get the Husband onto his tube again, but on our way over we saw something floating. It was blue.. and brown.. and had Hawaiian flowers printed all over it.
The Husband lost his shorts.
Moral of the story? The mesh lining is there for a reason.
And so is online shopping — new shorts ordered. Check!
Question: Have you ever had an embarrassing swim story? Or just an embarrassing story in general? I’m in the mood to laugh again.
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