Brian eyed me up and down the other day and began to laugh. He noticed the same thing that I had spotted the day before: It seemed that somehow, in my groggy, morning fog, I had spilled coffee all over myself. There were tracks and trails of brown running down my minty-green-with-white-polka-dots robe. 
I love this robe. I love any robe that will keep me a few degrees warmer.
Brian hates this robe. He hates any robe that makes me look like the Michelin Man. He also hates loungewear that emits too wholesome of a vibe. (I’ve long since gotten rid of the nightgown that he dubbed “The Chastity Gown.”)
This morning:
Me, “I have good news.”
Brian, “Yeah? What’s that?”
Me, “I washed my robe. It’s slightly less disgusting now.”
Brian, “You know what great news would have been?”
Me, “I burned it?”
Brian, “Yeah.”
…Not a chance, Brian. Not a chance…
My robe is going on 10 years. It used to be hot pink. Now its just pastel pink. And instead of getting rid of it or buying a new one, I bought one for my fiance, Jordan for his birthday. haha. Now we’ll BOTH look like the Michelin man. Me in pink, him in green. Comfy loves company.
LOL
No robe. More throws in the living room, flannel on the bed, and ‘code blue (lips)’ priority access to hubby’s internal flame engine at any time.
I doubt very much anything could make you look like the Michelin Man, just saying. LOL You will know what happened to it if it secretly disappears one day.
LOL! Hey now, didn’t I get you that robe?!
Yes, ma’am!
I love how Brian tells you his true thoughts. I mean, I know it hasn’t always been given in a loving or sensitive way, but I think it’s great he tells you what’s up from his perspective. I think I’ll have the robe you got me for at LEAST 10 yrs.