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I wonder if my friends are the best or my personal hygiene and care is slipping.

My husband grabbed my pants by the belt loop and mentioned I missed one. Again.

My female colleague announced my fly was down.

A friend told me I needed a tissue because I had something white…and pantomimed wiping her nose.

Back to my husband. He often wipes flour or whatever I’ve spilled off the front of my shirt. Quite often I can’t see anything on the front of my shirt which makes his actions suspect. But then I can hardly blame him for checking. During my last pregnancy I refused to buy maternity clothes and simply hijacked his polo shirts. I returned all of them when I was finished but he couldn’t use them. They all had stains in all three spots where I stuck out. I don’t recall him wiping flour or other foodstuff from shirts I was wearing at the time even though there is plenty of evidence I was wearing foodstuffs often.

If I were a clever girl, I would purposely pat flour on myself before he comes home. I think I just might try that tomorrow.

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  1. ChristaOctober 19, 2009 at 4:17 AM

    Every single maternity shirt I own has spots on it... in all the three places I stick out too. LMBO The only clean shirts I have are the shirts I sleep in, because I'm asleep when I wear them.
    My mother is notorious for spilling something on her shirt, she hardly ever wears just a white shirt anymore because of it. So maybe it's genetic

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  2. Kristina P.October 19, 2009 at 8:16 AM

    Let us know how it goes!

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  3. shortmamaOctober 19, 2009 at 11:39 AM

    I hardly have any shirts without stains on them...and Im not prego. They are either dotted with bleach spots because Im a bit of a bleach freak around my house or there are stains from where I spill food on the "girls"

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  4. The MomOctober 19, 2009 at 12:41 PM

    Haha, same here with the husband! He thinks he is hilarious wiping "imaginary" food off my chest in public. Seriously? Does anyone fall for that?

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  5. Lisa Page RosenbergOctober 19, 2009 at 1:08 PM

    If hubby's not holding a Shout Wipe when he cleans you up, it is considered foreplay.

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  6. Trac~October 19, 2009 at 2:59 PM

    LOL can't wait to hear this story! :O)

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  7. FoursonsOctober 19, 2009 at 6:44 PM

    LOL- Too funny! I was constantly spilling when I was pregnant. Must be something ingrained in women to prepare them for the mess of children. :)

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  8. GinaOctober 19, 2009 at 9:07 PM

    Thanks for the tip....

    I'm baking furiously as I type, clouds of flour are billowing around the kitchen.

    Only two more hours till Mr B gets home!

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  9. ToniaOctober 20, 2009 at 4:13 PM

    Thanks for the comment you made as the 30th looms near. It was exactly what I needed to hear at a time when I needed to hear it.

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  10. ChiefOctober 20, 2009 at 7:43 PM

    please don't feel bad...I had my pants on backwards and my neck through the arm hole of my cami yesterday!

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  11. JanisOctober 24, 2009 at 6:51 PM

    What a hoot! My husband is exactly the same! And he is the one who wouldn't hold my hand in public when we were dating as if it were some major PDA!!

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