Friday, April 13, 2018

I found my husbands kryptonite today.

I asked him to put my hair in a pony tail. Oh - he can do complex math but ask him to put your hair in a pony tail and I've never seen him so confused.

I was trying to get a sand job in on my BBQ stand before it rains. And since it's stained black the sanding dust made me look like a walking minstrel so I couldn't touch anything including my hair.


  1. Good Morning She Said,

    It is not your pony tail that is confounding to to Mr S, it is you. You are his antisense. Your hair is part your magic and beyond his comprehension. Still, he likes to play with it; as with the sorcerer's apprentice, to be lost in your magic. It is dependent on dose, too much is debilatative, the right amount is curative. nice poem-
    My love is like a source code that compiles on the first shot.
    My love is like a PDE when all nonlinear terms drop out.
    And so you can extrapolate, so locked in phase am I,
    That I will love you till they find the last digit of pi.-unknown.

  2. He must be instructed. Can't believe he hasn't seen this.

    You're gonna have to wash your hair anyway...

  3. Capital of Texas RefugeeSaturday, April 14, 2018 3:47:00 PM

    You: "Here, do this thing that I do all the time that you've never had to do ..."

    Him: "Greaaaaat ... now what?"

    This would be like my asking the (now) ex-GF to make poulet à la crème aux épinards instead of the Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Chicken recipe that's on the back of the soup can.

    BTW, it's a hell of a lot better if you dump smoked paprika in it ... the soup chicken, that is. :-)

  4. You guys are hilarious. It's one of those things I didn't know was complicated until it happened. I had my arms up like a surgeon and I thought he'd just gather it all up, but after three tries I'm like - I'm going to have to give him detailed instructions. It's like his brain broke for a second.