Pimple Poppin' Partners

I did something else that I never thought I would do.

Before I was married,

I believed that the most disgusting thing on earth

was for couples to pop eachother's pimples.

ew.

I couldn't imagine doing such a thing.

I mean,

Who could do that?

Why would you want to do that?

How is it possible to pop a pimple on your significant other and still find them attractive?

Do they not think it's gross?

After 11 months of marriage,

I can now answer all of those questions.

Q: Who could do that?

A: ........me.

Q: Why would you want to do that?

A: because of extreme pimple pain and insufficient arm length...it was serious.

Q: How is it possible to pop a pimple on your significant other and still find them attractive?

A: I'm not sure how that works.

But I still think my hubs is a sexy beast.

I'm not real sure how he feels about the situation.
Q: Do they not think it's gross?
A: yes, of course it's gross
(and slightly enjoyable....did I just say that?)
duh. 

So how did this go down?

It's all Tyler's fault.

He came up to me and said,

Babeeeeeeeeeeeeee, can you look at my back?

Something is really sore back there.

So I looked.

And smack dab in the middle of his back was Mount Vesuvius.

Ewwww Tyler, you have a bump the size of Texas. Please pop that sucker.

He proceeded to turn his back to the mirror and attempt.

But his attempt failed.

He couldn't reach it....

so he looked at me.

Tyler. No. Don't even ask.

But Autumn...it hurts SO BAD.

No.

Please?

NO.

If you love me, you’ll do it.

…

Of course he would throw that out there.

So I hesitantly agreed to relieve his pimple pain.

I squeezed.

He screamed.

It popped.

I dry heaved.

And that was that.

I did it.

Something I said I would never do.

But that’s not it.

A couple days later,

I developed Mount Everest on my back.

In the ONLY place that I couldn’t reach.

But I tried, by golly.

I tried my hardest.

The only thing I did was make it even bigger and more painful than it already was. 

soooo

I asked my husband….

to pop it.

Just saying that makes me want to vomit.

He agreed.

He squeezed.

I screamed.

He squeezed.

I cried/laughed.

He squeezed some more.

It popped.

And that was that.

 I remember when I would have rather died that let him see one of my pimples.

My how things change.

Hello 1 year (almost) of marriage.

We’ve crossed another one of those lines.

You know,

the comfort lines.

Once you cross them,

there’s no going back.

Scary.

Here we are..

pimple poppin' partners.

What comfort lines have been crossed in your relationship?

Happy Friday Eve!