Just when I think I know everything there is to know about Hubby.
Today I learned that he can't open his eyes underwater.
That explains why he always sends ME to get the rocks, golf balls, hair thingies, and pool toys from the bottom of the pool.
We were talking about how pretty the beaches and the water are here [while we sat under a shelter and watched it rain into the Gulf of Mexico]. I was telling him that it didn't even burn to open your eyes underwater, which I normally wouldn't do in the ocean.
He said he has never opened his eyes underwater and won't ever. He's tried. They just won't open. Not even in the pool.
Huh.
I wonder if it has anything to do with a strange palsy-like affliction his uncle had one time. He couldn't open his eyes at all. Period. Until it finally went away, and then he could.
Nah, probably not. Although I think Hubby DID actually have a mild form of the same thing one time. I'd ask him, but he's already asleep.
And then at dinner Hubby went and ordered a baked potato with sour cream on it. He's never done that in the 12 years we've been married.
Wonder what surprises tomorrow will bring?
3 comments:
do you realize that every reader you have is going to attempt to open their eyes under water now!?
I thought EVERYONE swam with his/her eyes open underwater! I always have!
Whaaaaat!?!?! NO baked potato just butter!? Hunh! Scary.
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