A conversation in my dining room last night

TinaL99

I notice that DH is looking at me...well not me, but about 8 inches south of my face.  I'm wearing a tank top.

Me: "Are you looking at my boobs?"

DH: "Yeah.  I'm trying to figure out if I can throw a pea down your shirt."

Me:   "Go ahead and try"

DH proceeds to try and get a pea down my shirt, failing all 3 attempts, laughing uncontrollably.

This is my life.