Hopefully our immaturity can brighten your day. I was in a meeting 2 hours ago when DH decides to text me and I stupidly decide to check it.

DH: I saw this wrap that lifts boobs.

ME: What's that suppose to mean? F*ck you!

DH: Really? about time! I'll be in bed in my pink thong rubbing syrup on my nipples waiting for you.

Me: I'm in a meeting

DH: sorry forgot well you know where to find me after. I'm waiting -thong snap-

I ended up snorting and had to pinch my hand to stop myself from laughing. I excused myself by saying I had just gotten a paper cut.

DH and I are so immature.