HAVE YOU EVER KISSED A PIG?

Women and men, men and women.  Forever different in an amusing, almost laughable kind of way.  So, my daughter is browsing facebook and says "OH, find your body type"   I'm thinking, PROBLEM.   That is ALWAYS a problem.  I remember from way, way back with all the Cosmo quizzes I had to take and MAKE hubby take as well.  An argument in the making.

In any case, she reads the facebook status on body type and Hmmmpfhh, it says mine is chubby.  Poor kevin.  He responds, "Let me see".  She hands him her phone.  OH NO, I think, here it comes.  Hmmm, he says, "I like curvy and also fit".   Chrissy's response?  of course you are, you're a pig.

And oh how I wish I were still young.  The chase around the house ensued.  The playful fighting.  The "you think I"m fat.  You're a pig, you're a pig.  Poor pig.   "have you ever kissed a pig?"  I hear him ask.  Thankfully it was all in playful fun.

How did it end?  Well, I had to get involved and say to the hubby "so which body type do you like".  His response......................curvy!    Hmpppfhhhh, PIG

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