I currently live in a house with four giant puerto rican men. One of them is my husband.
Can I tell you a secret?
I totally have a fear that I will one day sneak up ON THE WRONG ONE and give that poor unassuming brother a great big smooch or hug.
And this thought is so terrifying to me that I do triple takes before saying, “hi honey” and giving the ole wrap around to the father of my children.
So dear brother-in-law, if an incident like the one described takes place, please know you have helped to achieve one of my biggest irrational fears.
And maybe when I’m able to scrub the red off my face we’ll be able to talk again.