So, my husband had been white water rafting for 6 days. Then traveled for 2 days for bid-ness. Then took my kids camping for 3 days. Then traveled for bid-ness for another 3 days. So, yeah....we missed each other. He was really missing me on 4th of July when he was stuck camping with a bunch of nerds (and our kids) while I was at our friends' house with 3 other couples that we always hang out with. I was having a blast with our 'crew' and I was keeping him updated via text. He was sooooo jealous!
I went home that night and texted him that I was going to bed. He asked why I didn't send him any photo texts while I was at the party. I explained that it was too dark and smoky (fireworks). He asked, "how about a photo now?" I got all embarrassed! I've never, in my life, sent a naughty text to anyone, let alone my husband of 10 years. But, call it lapse of judgement or 7 Summer Shandy's....whatever. I snapped a pic of my boob and wrote, "there, are you happy? goodnight." He was all happy and so forth.
I thought that was the end of it....until. My kids come and wake me up two days later and the older one is shoving my phone in my face at 7:30 this morning saying, "MOM, LOOK WHAT GABE DID!!!" I look and see a picture of my boob. Now, any other time, I'd totally assume Gabe did it. He's a pig. He is known for taking disgusting pictures of things. But, we both know who is responsible for taking this particular photo. However, I can't very well tell my kids, "no, that was me. I took a picture of my own boob so your dad could get his jollies". That would traumatize them. So, I did what any other mother would do. I threw my 5 year old right under the bus. I was like, "Gabe.....did you take this picture????" He was bawling! He was all, "it wasn't me, I tell you!" I couldn't handle the guilt anymore, so I blamed it on the camera, saying it had accidently captured me getting dressed. Mother of the year.
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