STUCK ON YOU

About 2 months ago, Robbie picked up a second job, working with an extended family member doing a multitude of "handy man" work. His most recent task has been an ever-so-boring job of scraping paint off an old 1800's farm house in Mandarin. Although a grueling process, they are finally to the point where they can begin to paint the house.

One day last week, Robbie and Scott (the guy he works with) were about an hour into their work day when Robbie noticed something constantly brushing against the back of his shorts. He ignored it, blaming the feeling on the bushes he was having to maneuver through. Once out of the bushes, the sensation continued and now had no reason to blame the bushes. He looked behind him and down at his thigh and noticed some kind of black material that had stuck to the velcro on his cargo shorts' pocket. Upon pulling it off and suspending it in the air, trying to figure out what it was, he then realized that it was indeed a pair of my underwear.

I guess after 7 months of marriage, he still can't get enough of me. :)