To Love Honor and Cherish, Through Thin or Fat?
My wonderful husband and I had an interesting conversation over breakfast yesterday. We talked about fat.
Not bacon fat. Cellulite fat.
My spouse is so good hearted that he wouldn’t notice if I gained 20 pounds and my legs looked like the surface of Mars. But, woman that I am, I notice.
So, not too subtly, I opened the conversation by noting that I had just read about the wonderful results recently shown by the Accent Treatment For Cellulite. I also explained that I could once again have the legs of an eighteen-year-old if I had a “little work done”.
He surfaced from the paper and only spoke one sentence. But it was the perfect one.
He said, “I thought you already had the legs of an eighteen-year-old”. I remembered again why I married him.
