My husband really is a genius.
Really.
He has a test to prove it.

Really.

When I don’t know the answer to something, I ask him. He is truly smart.
He also doesn’t do many really dumb things. Not even remotely dumb or even stupid.
Until now …
This is one of the few times I have been able to say to him, “You’re a dummy.”, or “That was dumb.”

It’s a simple mistake to leave the top down on your newly purchased convertible one time, but two days in a row? Especially when afternoon showers are quite common down here.
Dearest Beau … you are the love of my life, but that was dumb.