dixiblog

We’re watching tv. My husband reaches over and touches my leg.

“Ohhhhhh….,” he says.

I smile. “My skin’s soft, isn’t it?”

“Very. You’ve got that girl thing going on, definitely.” he replies.

“And that’s exactly why our hall closet looks like a Bath & Bodyworks warehouse, just so you don’t wonder. There is a reason, you know. I buy this stuff when it’s on sale, man.”