Do you remember seeing those sexy black and white ads where a girl is laying on a bed with a white comforter and her very sexy boyfriend, shirtless of course, is painting her toe nails? I always remember wondering, “do guys really do that?” And I also remember wondering why the photo was so appealing to me.
Fast forward to last night and me painting my toe nails very carefully in bed. I cannot seem to find the time to go to the nail salon as much as I used to between work and Sophia so I decided to take matters into my own hands (and feet). Once done with my toes, on a whim, I painted my left hand. And then I was stuck. I am right handed and have never, ever, ever been able to do even a half way decent job on my right hand with my left hand. So, I turn to my husband and ask for his assistance fully expecting him to look at me like I had 3 heads and immediately say no. Well, he looked at me like I had 3 heads but then agreed to paint the finger nails on my right hand.
Can I just say that there was nothing sweeter in recent memory than watching my husband paint my finger nails like he was painting a wall? Seriously, I probably could have done a better job as clumsy as I am with my left hand but regardless – watching him carefully paint my finger nails and cuticles and a few finger tips my heart just melted. Without even realizing it, he made my whole week. I will definitely have to ask him for a repeat performance in a couple of weeks.
This is something I don’t want to forget – which is why I am blogging about it. As a friend told me today, “Aww, its not all about the cute babies”. Sometimes we just need a little reminding.
Awwww….and you know…the fact that he didn’t want to do it and still did it is hella sexier than if he’d just wanted to do it. Who doesn’t love the reluctant hero? 🙂