Don’t Sweat It

(My husband had just finished exercising and playing with the kids and pups outside and is really sweaty. He wipes the sweat from his face with a napkin and hands it to me to throw away.)

Me: *stares blankly at the wadded up napkin*

Husband: “Please, just throw it away?”

Me: *in a deadpan voice* “Did you know that when gladiators were fighting in the arena, vials of their sweat would be collected and sold to be worn as perfume?”

Husband: *hesitantly* “Yes…”

Me: *proceeds to rub the napkin all over my face, neck and chest*

Husband: “That’s just gross…”