That's what he said. No really.

After a productive day at work, I picked up the only child who was at school today. We went and got groceries. I arrived home to find I had 2 extra boys at our house and Nicki had a friend coming over. The boys as it turned out weren't staying for supper. So I enlisted the help of children to make supper as I had to get Noah to Dynasty volleyball (he has literally been asking every day since last year, "when is Dynasty mom.") We made homemade meatballs stuffed with cheese. Many hands make light work. I continued making the rest of dinner myself.

The drainage system in the laundry room appeared to be having issues and the cleaning lady was unable to do laundry because water was not going down the drain, from the washer but back up and onto the laundry room floor.

Bob came home after a busy day at work. He came out of the bathroom after powdering his nose and said, "Whose ass is bigger yours or mine?" It took a second for me to pick my jaw up off the floor and a minute to quite laughing. He couldn't understand how I found that question funny, or the fact that it was a husband daring to ask his wife. He was just curious. I assured him that I thought mine was bigger. He asked what size pants I wear and I told him they are measured by the waist not the ass. So my waist is smaller because I am an hour glass shape. He said, "Well what am I?" So I told him he is an inverted pear. Wide at the shoulders, narrowing down to his hips.

So I was just curious. Has any man ever asked you that?