Remembering That Your Husband is Sexy as Swayze

Things have been heavier over here on the blog, so how about a little fun? I miss the 80s. The scrunchies. The off-the shoulder sweatshirts. The cartoons that weren’t in 3D and didn’t stop to talk to you. And I miss Patrick Swayze…the Swayze of Dirty Dancing in his tight black t-shirts and jeans. It only took ten minutes of a re-run on cable last week to get me completely dissatisfied with life. It also got me thinking…what if I looked at my husband like that? For more than the three seconds it takes me to bribe him to unload the dishwasher. What would our marriage look like, this partnership in crime, if I remembered all the ways he was, in fact, sexy as Swayze. Thanks Mamalode for helping us all remember what we’ve got…

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