Quite possibly the funniest moment of my marriage

Jeff's car sort of leaks when it rains. Only it doesn't leak like a normal car, it only leaks on the seat belt. The driver's seat belt. And then the seat belt is all wet and nasty.

We were running seriously late to church this morning because of the rain and the raging battle it was having with my hair. And when we got in the car Jeff said "Dang it! My seat belt is soaked, it's going to get my shirt dirty! Do you have any napkins in your purse?"

And since I go to Dunkin' Donuts every morning, and also since I carry everything from dried out ballpoint pens to dancing leprechauns in my purse, I can see where he'd make the assumption that I might carry napkins. But I don't. Because why would I carry something that I might actually need?

As I was pulling out the contents of my purse I said "Honey, I don't have anything! Well, I have something. But I don't think you'll want it."

And that is the story of how my husband drove to church with a maxi pad stuck to his seat belt.

On the way there (in between my fits of giggling) Jeff turned to me, shook his head and said "This is going on your blog , isn't it?"

"Not if you don't want it to" I promised.

And now I am very glad that my husband is not a prideful man.