One time I was chatting after church with friends. When we got in the car to drive home John mentioned that there was spinach in my teeth. I had enjoyed a cheese and veggie omelette for breakfast which meant it had been nestled in my cuspids all morning. Greeeeat.
I find it exponentially easier to keep track of John's missteps than my own.
Sometimes I will be clearing the table to make room for plates and dishes and find myself tsk tsking at his computer and file folders. My eyes seem to skip over the mound of quilt blocks completely.
One of the perks of having a spouse is their willingness to inform you of minor dental or wardrobe malfunctions. Considering how difficult it is to see yourself
without actually working in a dance studio where all the walls are mirrors, it helps. Noticing the chocolate on your chin or the fact that your shirt is inside out can limit the embarrassment in public.
Annoying, but
handy.
