We were getting ready to run errands and Ant told me he would move things back into the living room so I could go get dressed. I'm wearing sweatpants. I laughed and showed him my puncture wound with the tail end of the stitches hanging out and the slice down from my belly button.
"I am dressed," I said.
He shuddered. I told him I wasn't wearing jeans yet and he said he could understand why. Then he started to think about how it would feel to bend over or carry something heavy and his face scrunched up.
"That's why I'm asking you to do that stuff," I explained.
"Yeah... I'll do that stuff."
:D
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