Raise your hand if you've ever completely failed to see something because your significant other refused to allow it, in fear that you might somehow be offended.
This is the same man who pees on me in the shower and sometimes will absentmindedly eat food that I might have already sampled, licked or otherwise consumed and then changed my mind and put back.
This morning when we came in outdoors two of my fingertips cracked again. My god, it's so cold. And the wind. The merciless fucking wind! Jacob turned around just inside the kitchen door and gathered up my fingertips in his hands and he blew on them until they were warm. I love it when he does that, it's very tender and intimate.
And no I didn't get bored staring into his crazily blue twinkly eyes, I was simply studying his face.
And what the....
Huh?
Oh. Hahahahaha.
I started to laugh.
What?
There's something under your nose, Jacob.
I didn't mean the goofy mustacheish type swatch of blonde stubble he pairs with that shaggy beard. This was....
Something else.
Well, shit!
He dropped my hands and went upstairs and I didn't see him for 15 minutes. When he returned it was gone. He was pinkish and sheepish, mumbling something about having forgotten to look after it before it reached that point.
His nose hair.
And we're even. Because I do mine too. Like once a year when I notice it actually exists.
He didn't think that was funny. I pointed out he could have worse secrets to keep.
He covered his ears and turned pinker, if it were even possible.
It's okay, Jake. I noticed your ear-hair years ago.
