no, not that slip. dirties.
It happened at BlogHer. Talking to a colleague. Wigged me out. Still wigs me out a little.
We were talking about our significant others when I said it.
Why should my husb….
yeah, I said it. So what, right? Right. No biggie.
I assume this is something that comes with turning 27. The “H” word starting to work its way into my vocabulary. Just like how I bought shoes the other day for the sole purpose of ARCH SUPPORT. Soon to come: stories about sagging boobs, hormone levels plummeting faster than the stock market, and my birthday brought to you by smuckers and Willard Scott. So much for having “turning 30” issues.