Those of you who know my husband know that he rarely really laughs. He has perfected the "heh, heh" when amused. So when I can get that man to laugh (and I'm one of the few who can) I feel like I have earned a gold medal!
Over the past year I have been serious about getting regular exercise. My goal is to exercise 6 days a week. I try to do a good mix of cardio and resistance workouts to improve my health, but have no expectation of becoming ripped, buff, or svelte. That's just not a realistic goal for me.
I am getting stronger, though. My muscles are getting firmer. And I've been particularly impressed by how my arms are tightening up. But I still have that jiggly grandma arm thing happening. Ugh!
Not many evenings ago I was flexing my biceps and triceps, admiring how much I've achieved. I struck a distinct pose for my man, and this happened...
Me: Hey, Hon. Look at my guns.
Him (with a bit of a patronizing tone): Mhmm. I see.
Me: Hey! I have guns! They're just concealed carry!
My husband actually guffawed! Yes, folks, I was an Olympian at that moment.