Chris let me weigh his head tonight.
He was reading in bed without a pillow and his head was sort of lolling to the side so I put my arm out to support it. You know, in an act of love. We were both surprised - he because he wasn't expecting an arm-pillow and me because "holy hell why is your head so damn heavy?".
This of course sparked a debate as to why his head was so heavy and whether or not it was due to his brain holding many large facts. Such as every single president's name and who fought whom in which war and why Justin Timberlake is totally better off without that skank Cameron.
So, I insisted he get up and come with me to the bathroom where I made him lay on the floor with his head on a scale. TEN POUNDS! As we all know the human head weighs eight pounds and dogs and bees can smell fear. So obviously: freak among us.
Until he made me weigh mine. Seven pounds. Sev. En. A pound less than average. I guess that's why I blog.
This is also exactly the news I need to learn right now too because I was only mildy freaking out about an article that was due to a parenting website last week that I have not even begun to...uh, begin. And what would be even better is if the editor of said website is reading this right now. She'll be so pleased to find out that my article is late because I'm too busy weighing my husband's head. And I have no clue what I'm going to write about. None. I'm taking suggestions. Also, donations.
Oh, also? If you're a spanker or if you're an anti-spanker do go over to this post and hit me up with your opinion. (Har.) Don't use too many big words though. My pea brain can only retain so much.