Honolulu?

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I'm at the gym with my husband. It's nice to have a sidekick. He's running on the treadmill beside me. I glance over at him and notice two things;  One- He's far too close to the back of the machine. If he flies off and eats floor, I will probably pretend I don't know him. Two- He's holding his hands in a strange way. Like he's giving the hang loose sign....thumbs up, pinky's down...pumping away. In that moment it occurs to me....that looks weird. He's got his headphones in and I can't get his attention to poke fun.

Later that night he asks, did I look alright on the treadmill today. Awwww. Bless his sweet, hot little heart. 
"Yeah. You looked good" I say, all full of kissy face innuendo. "But what's the deal with your hands?"

I can actually see him running back the moment in his mind.  "Oh. My. GOD." Says he, now visually disturbed at his recollection.

"Yeah. I was thinking, what's up with that. You were all like, "Honolulu eh'".  Maybe you could wear a Hawiian shirt next time."

He gets me and my sense of humor, but this doesn't save me from his "go play in traffic" face.
Hee Hee. Mission accomplished.

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Jenn said…
My husband reads this. He has tucked in his pinky's and thumbs, and stopped speaking to me. Well, not really, but he is terrified to become a blog post!
Awwww....mucho love para, ti, mi amor!xoxoxoxo
1/28/2010
Unknown said…
Just a little... I'm just glad I can make you laugh. It's funny how the kids now say "Don't write about that!" Then immediately followed by your little grin... It's like we hear this strange voice over the loudspeaker MUHAHAHAAHAHAHAAH!
Love lots, ME;-)
1/28/2010
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