This is one of those stories that can only happen to me. Okay, so I'm downstairs in front of my dresser getting dressed for bed. There is a mirror behind the dresser that I'm usually standing in front of when I change into my pajamas. It only shows my upper body and sure I check myself out occasionally. I work out, and besides I'm getting older, and like many older men am battling male boob syndrome, so a breast exam every now and then is not unusual. So I'm liking what I see, there is still some muscle tone underneath my nascent male boobs--that's good. I little more work on the bench press, lose a couple of pounds and I'll be like my hero AHNOLD.
You know AHNOLD, the govenor of CAL-I-FOR-NI-A.
Well I'm in mid chest-flex when I'm startled by this rap on the rear basement window. This particular window, if one was crouched down and intent on peeping, has a perfect view of my dressing area. Now, it's 8:30 at night and pitch-black outside, and I'm squinting my eyes to try and make-out what had made that noise and I see, faintly illuminated by the lights from inside, my daughter's face. A face that is now lit up like a little kid catching Santa Claus placing presents under the tree on Christmas eve. That grin, I'll never be able to forget that grin. I immediately start thinking to myself, this is bad, there's no way I can explain my way out of this. I was caught in the act of admiring myself, which as everyone knows is one of the worst possible crimes a parent can commit in front of one's children.
After I hear her start running toward the back door, I trudge up the steps, go quietly to the bathroom, close the door and try to brush my teeth in silence. Keep a low profile, see what happens. It doesn't take long. By this time she had flown into the house and was breathlessly telling this revelation to her mom and brother. I don't know, maybe it took one or two translations or a few minutes for the witnessed event to actually sink in, but then I heard the their combined howls of laughter. This was bad and getting worse. I knew what was coming next. Taunting. Hey muscle man, I heard. Why don't you come out and pose for us. Well, I'm not really sure what they said I was momentarily paralyzed with shame but soon after was overcome with just how funny the whole situation was. I couldn't stop tearing and laughing.
This all happened yesterday evening. As I'm finishing up this post tonight it's later than I usually stay up. The kids and wife are in bed. So I'll post this story, change into my pajamas and get ready for bed.....umm, but I did have a good workout today. Maybe one quick look.
2 comments:
Oh how funny. I can just imagine my husband doing this. He's just like you, doing a little weight lifting and then thinking he's a 'big man'. No wonder the kids like to make fun of him.
Hey, no one is just like me. Glad you enjoyed the post.
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