Smug Marrieds: What (Not) To Wear

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So Blair gets out of the shower this morning, walks into the bedroom and stands in front of his closet. "What to wear, what to wear..." he mutters. 

He stands there a few minutes and I watch him, waiting to see if he pulls out the striped shirt, the dark blue shirt, etc. Finally, after staring into the closet, he makes his decision. 

"I think pants," he says, and reaches in and pulls out a pair. 

I burst out laughing. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Because you've got the legs for skirts." 

"Mm, true," he says. "But I don't like to just put it out there." 

It's almost impossible to have a bad day when you start off laughing.

Cheers,

Dena

Smug Marrieds: Spousal Insurance

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Blair was going through the mail last night and I noticed him reading some official looking form. 

"What is that?" I asked. 

He grinned and waved the paper in my general direction. "Spousal insurance. Seeing what I need to do to make sure I get tons of money if something happens to you."

"I wish you nothing but the best," I said, returning to my book. 

"Actually," said Blair. "I'd pretty much be coming out way ahead money-wise if you just died. We don't really need the insurance." 

"Dude!" I said. "There are limits to what you're allowed to say to me."

We were both actually laughing pretty hard. "I told you I was sorry for that little shopping spree last week," I said. 

I don't know, you guys tell me. Should I be worried?? ;)