on tuesday night, as i was washing up for bed,
my husband looked at me and said

"you know after this whole pregnancy thing, i expect you to be 110 pounds, right?"

and so i stabbed him with a knife repeatedly until he finally stopped breathing and dropped dead.
















......just kidding.

i'm pretty sure he was just joking (he'll be so embarrassed and frightened of all womankind that i posted about it), and i couldn't care less if he wasn't.

i just responded

me: "HAHA. 110????? not even 120???"

blee: "YURI was 110"

you guys, he was talking about SUNG YURI from fin.k.l. fine killing liberty. lol. his dream girl from the late 90's.

anyway, i told him "YURI IS AN EFFING LIAR. SHE IS NOT 110 pounds. THAT'S HER STAGE WEIGHT."

guys are so out of touch with reality.
i am 5'7", and the last time i was 110 pounds was in 2010,  when i literally walked 5 miles a day and  had bones sticking out of my chest lol.

i acted like i was really hurt and offended by his words, and hopped in the shower. i think he was really worried that i took his comment seriously because he stood outside the shower stall with his hands behind his back and kept repeating over and over again "you know i really really love you a lot, right?" which is something that i've never heard him say in our 5 years together. lololol
but like i said. i couldn't care less about what he thinks. besides, he is not exactly hot sh*t either. haha.


so anyway. BRO, if you're reading this. LET ME WORK ON GETTING BACK TO AT LEAST 130,  FIRST. OKAY? geez.