Vacation Conversations . . . Part 1

"Hon?"

"Huh?"

"What's that smell?"

"What smell?"

Sniffing I answered,  "THAT smell.  The one that smells like something is rotting.  THAT smell."

Hubs shrugged his shoulders,  glanced in the rear view mirror, and then cleared up the mystery. "It's Ethan.  He took his shoes off."
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"Hon?"

"Huh?"

"Did you see that?"

"See what?"

Glancing over my shoulder in disbelief I answered quickly,  "THAT!  The lady that was changing her clothes in the gas station parking lot while you were buying coffee."

He chuckled, glanced back at the gas station wistfully, and said, "Nope. Didn't catch that one. Was it good?"

"Nope.  Too little underwear to cover such a big lady." 
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"Hon?"

"Huh?"

"Did you see that?"

"What?"

Explaining I said, "THAT man."  I pointed behind my magazine.  "Him!  The grandpa man.  He is reading Playboy!"

"And?"

"And . . . he is reading about naked women right here as all of our kiddies are running past him to jump in the pool."

Hubs reasoned with a twinkle in his eyes, "Well . . . it does have good articles."
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