So there I was, enjoying my spring break, when my family decided to go to the beach.  Now, for those that don’t know, my husband who is not normally vain has one teenie-weenie issue that bothers him–and thank God it’s not a teenie weenie!

There happens to be a small thatch of hair on his lower back that juts out over the swim trunks.  It’s blond and just a little furry…and in my most sensitive voice I refer to them as “back pubes” and I have no idea why that would make him sensitive–but I digress.

So in my most casual voice I asked him very nicely if he would like me to wax them off…and I must have sounded like I was asking him if he wanted a lollipop or an romp in the sack because he AGREED!

I have never had so much fun in my life–which is sort of a sad dictate on the state of things here–as saying, “Okay, are you ready? One, two, three, riPPPPP!”  It was glorious. What made it better were the giggles of my daughter outside the door asking if she could come in and see what Mommy was laughing so much at and if she could have fun with Daddy too.

I told her she’d have to wait for her own Daddy to do it to.

There is a happy ending to the story though.   His new Brazilian-style back looks smashing.