Speedo Briefs...

Ahhh, the speedo brief. There has been an ongoing debate in my house about the necessity of speedo briefs. You see my husband seems to think that he needs them to train in (he does triathlons) and I don't think they're, how do I put this gently...flattering. Granted my dead sexy husband has lost 35 lbs and he's svelte and fabulous these day. But come on...a speedo? Like most issues my husband won, and he bought the coveted speedo. He wears it to the YMCA while doing his swim work out. I've relented and can see how they are better to work out in, I wouldn't want to train in a tankini. But here's where I draw the line. We were discussing wanting to take a vacation and here's how the conversation went...

Alan: "ooh, I can wear my speedo briefs with my swim shirt"

Karina: horrified look on her face "why would you want to do that?"

Alan: "because I'm hot." Proceeds to try on this outfit

Karina: Still looking horrified, giving him the...your crazy look.

Alan: "look at me, I'm dead sexy"

Karina: "Ok, yes your hot, but you can't walk around in a speedo, it's not France. If you take me to France you can wear a speedo."

Alan: "Why not, James Bond wears one?"

Karina: "When you look like James Bond, I'll beg you to wear that speedo everywhere you go."

Alan: Flexing in front of full length mirror "I already look like James Bond."

Now you understand what I'm dealing with here. My husband has a delusional view of himself and he's trying to strut around in a freaken speedo. Now I have to find ways to avoid taking any vacation that includes swimming. He's leaving tonight on his "mancation", I sure hope they don't have a pool where they're going. I better go check his suit case.