Hot Stuff
In the past, I've been okay when my husband buys an issue of Maxim.
I also accept the fact that he says Anne Hathaway is almost as sexy as me.
And we even went through a phase in High School where he wanted Alanis Morissette as a concubine.
Because I too, am human.
And have weaknesses.
Firemen.
Matt has come to terms with that.
Firemen are known for being one of few people that are allowed to break my personal bubble.
The first year we were married, my aunt and I drove to the grocery store where the local firemen had parked their big red truck in front of the store and were
After contemplating the cash situation, my aunt and I decided that for charity . . . we could do this.
She pulled a twenty dollar bill from her purse and sighed before rushing inside to get change.
I was halfway to the ATM machine before she got back.
An hour later, we returned with groceries and as I began to unload, Matt asked me: "Honey, why do you have forty some odd stickers that say 'I Support Firemen'?"
It's been seven years since that day and twice this year alone I've had the inevitable Fireman run-in.
The last time it happened, I slowly strolled past as the local Albuquerque Firemen asked for donations outside of the grocery store. Matt laughed and slipped a dollar bill into my hand.
Matt: Go see if you can get a hug.
Me: No. It's weird.
Matt: What's weird? You've done it before.
Me: Not with you watching. Besides, I was like . . . fifty pounds lighter back then.
I was also presently wearing black exercise leggings and a borrowed t-shirt of Matt's that read, "Video Games Destroyed My Life, Good Thing I Have Two Extra." I was not in a condition to be Firemen adjacent.
It's a problem. I'm aware.
Especially since the "Fireman" title even makes Denis Leary look totally sexy to me.
What's not to love?
Plus . . . and endless amount of double entendres.
