Ha.
Although I was perfectly annoyed at the time, I can’t help but laugh recalling it now. Yesterday we’re in the car, my honey & me, driving to God knows where for the millionth time and a song comes on the radio.
him: “Is this Jewel?”
me: “No, it’s Sarah McLachlan.”
him: “Oh. She’s hot.”
~pause~
him: “I used to yank off to her.” [insert sheepish grin here]
me: (rolling my eyes at the thought–he DOES say shit like this all the time—even said it about that hot-tempered redhead Latina Judge on TV. Ah, well, boys will be boys. Hmm…see if I can change the subject…)
me: (hastily), “I have her last CD. This song’s on it. I like it.”
“Ugh,” I think to myself, “…that’s not going to work. I can feel it.”
him: “Does it have a picture of her on it?”
me: “Yeah.”
~pause~
him: “Can I borrow it?”
me: (grunting), “NO.”
[insert soft chuckling on his side of the car here]
Men. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t kill ‘em. Gotta love ‘em. Simple creatures that they are.
Same day, different year..
Other posts on this day:
- Pooh pooh on Worky Jerky – 2005