Saturday, July 5, 2014
Men Really Are From Mars....
So, the other day, my hubby and I were going out on a very rare event -- A real "date", babysitter and everything. I spent extra time getting ready, which is unusual for me, and I have to admit that I thought I was looking pretty good. The hair was doing what it's supposed to do, which is pretty rare these days, as it's in the process of growing out from a very short haircut and is in that stage where it's not short, not long, and going every different direction. Anyhoo....The hair was looking good, I had managed NOT to smear my mascara this time, and I was rocking' a black dress with just the right bra to create a little interest, if you know what I mean...And, I got no response from hubby. None. I walked out of the back room thinking I'd at least get a big smile and an appreciative once-over, but nada, zippo, zilch. He just said, "Are you ready to go?" The sitter told me I looked great. The sitter!
And, he still didn't say anything...
But, just now, I walked out into the kitchen after working out on the exercise bike, wearing my old scummy workout shorts and a pit-stained t-shirt, face bright red from the ride, hair plastered back with sweat, and hubby starts grinning at me from the table where he's playing Pokemon with Foster.
"What?" I say.
"Nothing," he says, still with a big, fat grin on his face.
"What?!!!" I say again. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You just look really good right now, that's all."
Seriously? THAT'S when he tells me I look good? Men are so weird...
Posted by Beth