Monday night, after arriving home late from work (after a l-o-n-g day after a night of not sleeping very well) I fed the children a gourmet meal of chicken nuggets, french fries and ketchup. (I know, you want the recipe. Email me and I'll send it to you.) Hubby had already eaten something for dinner, and was busy talking to me as I frittered around in the kitchen.
Buddy had dropped a french fry on the floor, so I walked over to where he was sitting and bent down to pick it up. I was standing in front of Buddy, with my back to Hubby, and did a sort of half-squat half-bend thing to retrieve the fry on the floor. (I never could figure out why my stripper career didn't take off with moves like that...) When I did, Hubby looked at my backside and exclaimed (as he often does) "WOW!"
As I slowly stood back up, I replied "Yeah! I KNOW! It's like a total eclipse of your son!"
After which I laughed so hard my face turned red and my eyes watered.
(See, Susie! You're not the only one who's butt can eclipse the sun!)