So I've mentioned before (or at least I THINK I mentioned before) how I think my belly is getting a little hairy. Maybe it's because I have some of Tim's genes in me. :P (Tim doesn't think it works that way...but I SWEAR my belly is getting more hair on it! Thus, I wax it).
Anyway. So Sunday morning while I was still laying in bed, Tim lifted up the back of my shirt to scratch and massage my back. He says to me, "Woah, love!" (That's one of the nicknames he uses for me.)
So he says, "Woah, love! Your back is a little bit hairier."
"Really?!" I respond.
"Yeah... just right here," he says as he outlines an area with his finger. "Just this triangle area. The pores are larger, and there's more hair."
"How do you know?"
"I don't remember it being there before. Here, I'll take a picture."
He hops up and grabs a camera. After a few minutes (and coaching from me on how to use our camera), he shows me the following picture and says, "See."

"GROSS!" I exclaim.
Tim then starts laughing, "Hahahahaha!" and says, "That's my arm!!!"
SICK! We both had a good laugh, though.
But he says my back IS still a little bit hairier than "normal". Here's a pic (kinda gross...sorry).
SEE! Ugh... If it were any hairier, I'd DEFINATELY make Tim wax it for me. But I guess this is bearable for now...
So far, Tim has told this event to his teenage Sunday School class and probably his co-workers. Every so often, he'll just bust up laughing and say, "That was the FUNNIEST thing I've done to you! I wish I could have let it go on for longer!"
And I simply tease him and say, "You were so excited that you couldn't hold the joke in for any longer."
What a cutie...