Imagine having become flexible enough to apply your favorite self-tanner to your own back. No smudges, no streaks, no missed spots, no arm cramps, no problem.
Having lived by yourself for some time, you’ve had to be independent about it. Stretch a little, and put on your own lotion like a big girl. (Couldn’t resist.)
But one day, you just don’t feel like it. Not that you can’t; you just don’t want to right now.
Good thing your husband is nearby.
“~Oooooohh, Lookiiiiii?~”
At least now he’ll get an answer to what that stuff is that you’re so obsessed with.











