So I'm at the gym with Dave when I get a text from my kid. Well, actually there was no text, it was just a photo...so what do you call that?
Anyway, I open the "text" and there was a photo of a hunky guy. From just above his nose to just below his pockets. Shirt off. Nice pecs. Nice biceps. But, hey, why do I need to have this picture when I have my hunky husband right there with me to check out, right? Right?
Me: "Why?"
Little guy: "I did a good job at least."
Me: "But I had your super sexy dad to look at. :-)"
So our workout continued, we left and went home, and then everything was completely explained. So why did my kid send me a photo of a hunky dude? Turns out it was a Photoshop project. You see, said hunky dude was a bit of a Frankenstein's monster. Nicolas Cage's head, Ryan Gosling's bod, Nicolas' mouth where a belly button should have been.
Yup, my husband is way sexier than that.
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