One thing about Husbands. They sweat. A lot. Especially when they run in iftheweathermansayshumidexonemoretimeiwillcry temperatures. And it doesn’t always smell pretty. I now use the poorly named Marathon Scented Deoderant, so I know I’m daisy (I mean “marathon”) fresh, but Husband is reluctant to try my Marathon strength protection. Instead he smells “manly”. And tries to hug me after runs. And I try to squirm away like Penolope Pussycat from Pepe Le Peu. And in the end I reluctantly give in. It’s worth it.
Title Reference: The Police – Don’t Stand So Close to Me. 1980.