This may be TMI.
But, I am the queen of TMI, so I'm going to tell you anyway...
This morning, I was gathering clothes before getting in the shower. I was partially dressed (all the important parts covered) when I entered my bedroom, where Reilly and HH were watching tv. I reached inside my dresser and HH said, "What is that on your side? Is that a birthmark?"
I happen to have a baseball-size birthmark that spans the left side of my rib cage. I have had it since birth.
After 15 years of living with me, my husband just now noticed this.
Thank God, I have never been in an accident where my identity was in question due to disfigurement of my face.
I take solace in the fact that before this incident, HH just might have made a positive identification based on my stretch marks...
Men can be so clueless!