When we went back to school shopping, the 15 year old child didn't want to go. He couldn't give a crap less really what he wears. T-shirt and jean shorts, no problem. T-shirt and "non-gay" jeans, no problem.
Try as I might to pick out things that don't push his boundaries on being too stylish, there's usually at least one t-shirt he doesn't like. I usually end up wearing it.
This time was no different. A grey shirt with shiny, big block red lettering of "OLD NAVY." Think late 70s style lettering. He hated the shirt. I said fine, I'll take it.
I got dressed one morning, put on the t-shirt, and made my appearance in the living room.
My husband said, "Got that right."
"Huh?" I asked, because I'm eloquent like that at times. Sometimes, he does blurt out strange things. It could be Tourette's. I don't know. Oftentimes, I think he thinks he's only thinking, but instead, he says out loud something strange and random. Any day now, I expect to dementia to fully set in and he'll be calling out random phrases from the cold war like "Run to the fall-out shelter!"
"The shirt. Got that right," he repeated.
Yeah, I had no clue what he was talking about. "Yes, I'm usually right. Thanks for noticing. What ARE you talking about???"
"The shirt. It would be correct."
He thought the shirt said OLD LADY.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Old Lady
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3 comments:
That is too funny. Sounds like the Old Man needs glasses. :>)
oh, he needs to be cut off...no slap and tickle 4 a week 4 that stunt..
He's usually gone Monday-Friday for work, so I doubt he'd even notice that he was cut off.
Have to think of a better punishment. I don't necessarily want to be cutting off my nose to spite my face, so to speak. heh
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