Oh, the secrets these pits hold.

24 Mar

 Unfortunately for you, dear reader, life has been like a bad re-make of Groundhog DayThe days have passed by, each the same as the last without much excitement to report.  (Unless you count the fact that I managed to cut my finger on tin foil last night…No?  Okay, I’ve got nothing.) 

Sooo, not wanting to leave you high and dry without nary a word to read, I’ve decided to divulge a little secret of mine.  Now, don’t get all excited.  It’s not like I’m admitting to using Limburger as toe separators when painting my toes.  (Soft yet firm!)  No. That would be too much.  It’s just a little thing I do when my hands are cold:

I use my husband’s arm pits.

(Agh!  I know.)

Don’t knock it ’till you try it!  They are so warm and toasty.  So manly and Rightguard-fresh.  They encapsulate my frigid fingers so well that I can’t think of a better source of heat.  Ahhh.  They are the perfect pits.  I don’t even have to ask.  With just a touch of my hand, Jordan assumes the position:  Arms up and ready to receive. 

I know, I should invest in some gloves, but gloves don’t produce their own heat.  Plus, they’re not attached to my husband, who is ever-so dashing and handsome.  Wink

So, there you have it folks.  You’re welcome.


One Response to “Oh, the secrets these pits hold.”

  1. Wren March 24, 2010 at 8:31 PM #

    Omg, you are too funny!!! Jordan must feel so honored to be allowed to warm your hypothermic digits with his steaming pits of love ;)

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