The hubster likes to joke about my little T-Rex arms. When I was pregnant, I made fun of them all the time. Big belly, small arms. I even learned to be a contortionist.
I mean, it’s no secret that I’m vertically challenged. And, for the record, I do not have small arms. They are just proportioned to my body. So compared to, maybe an average woman, they might be a little small. But for me, they are just right!
The hubster likes to laugh when I try to reach things that are high on the shelf (which is more to do with my legs than my arms). But what really cracks him up is when we are laying in bed. If he has the remote, he will place it on my side. He likes to put it just far enough where I can’t reach it.
And it drives me crazy. He giggles like a little girl while I’m trying to reach that damn remote.
I would just like to clarify. It’s not funny. It’s very, very annoying.