Moo mantra

So, there we are, Jim laying on the couch - me sitting in the chair next to him massaging his hands when all of a sudden...

"Mooooo.  I just moo-ed babe.  It's so relaxing.  You've got to give it a try.  It's like, so relaxing and a power word and is just a really great mantra.  Moooo....try it.  What?  You don't want to try it.  It's really so relaxing.  Maybe it doesn't work for everybody."

I knew it was coming

Since Jim has been on maintenance at the refinery I've heard that when he comes out of the towers he looks like a chimney sweep.  Usually he has cleaned himself up before I see him.

Yesterday our kids both had friends sleeping over, a brother and sister - dark skinned.

When Jim walked in the front door he passed our boy and his friend in the living room.  He then passed our girl and her friend in the kitchen.  Now, as I'm looking at him, noticing them, realizing what he looks like, I can see the many thoughts racing through his head wondering which one would be funny but not offensive.  To his credit, he says nothing....until I give him an opening.

He comes over and kisses me.  I respond, "Babe, you are black!"
The inevitable response, "Hey, I'm just trying to fit in around here."
It gave us a chuckle.

The below picture illustrates how nasty it is working in those towers.  That is his lily white chest and his soot and grease covered face.  AND - that's WITH him wearing his safety mask!  ICK!  ARGH!