Last night we started a new Bible study for couples. The ladies in the group will be reading the book For Women Only, the guys will be reading For Men Only. One week the ladies will meet to talk about a chapter while the guys watch the kids. The next week the guys will meet to talk about a chapter while the ladies watch the kids. From what I gather so far, the books are meant to better understand one’s spouse.
Since last night was the first night and we’d just received our books, we played the newlywed game instead of having a discussion.
The brief recap of the game: Josh and I dominated… at first, and then eeked out a victory.
The highlight question: "What article of clothing does your husband wish you wouldn’t wear" or something to that effect.
It almost wasn’t fair.
The obvious answer: Josh’s deceased grandfather’s sweatpants.
The sweatpants are a good ol’ Hanes pair that are too big, blue, unflattering (obviously), and have a tag inked with Josh’s grandpa’s name who died over eight years ago. They must have been marked when he was in the nursing home. In my defense, I was wearing them for years before I noticed this fact – and I still have no idea how they came into my possession. Fate? It seems wrong, doesn’t it?
Even Josh’s co-workers know about these sweatpants. One of his co-workers that lives near us tried tattling on me one day when he saw me walking the boys during the day. He told Josh that he saw me "in public" wearing the sweatpants. As if. Those were another pair of too-big, blue pajama pants (there is a difference).
Nice try, Bill.
How funny! I’d like to know how you ended up with Grandpa’s sweatpants…I don’t think the rest of us got any. :)
That is SO random! It makes me smile to think of you wearing Grandpa’s old sweatpants around the house (although there is a creepy element there too!) To add to Rachel’s comment, I know I didn’t get any! :)