I must echo what HP says about having an H who sux at the vebal lovin. This weekend I was wiped out from the IUI procedure and all the attached hormones. Me, being me, I would have been thrilled to ML anyway. H, being H, he knew how tired I was and there was no way he was coming near me. However, on Sunday I am leaning over the bathroom counter putting on mascara in a schoolgirl white bra and panties. H comes in and asks some question saying "butt pants girl" at the end of the question. That is H's version of a sexual compliment. You have to be able to mentally extrapolate what he says into - "Oh, he thinks my butt looks good."
