or, how the Professor found out about the new scale - among other things!
In response to a story about one of the ladies moving her furniture frequently, someone at coffee was asking "Doesn't your husband care?" The classic response was "Are you kidding??? He doesn't even notice!" I had to laugh out loud, because this is exactly the way things work in our house. The only problem would be if I moved 'his chair'. He probably wouldn't notice until he'd lowered himself to seated position and then realized it was an unusual fit. In this regard I've always considered it odd, but I'm happy that The Professor really doesn't care about things like this as it suits my need to redecorate without having to spend any money. Another way that self-deception comes in handy for fools, I think it's all new!!
A few weeks ago, the Professor announced...."I see by your blog that we have a new bathroom scale!" How perceptive. I guess he hadn't noticed that WE are on a diet.
I thought that was pretty hilarious, and once again, I use the phrase...."Do you live here?"
I'm posting this today, because I got my hair cut yesterday, another of those things that women think are highly obvious, especially when you've been trotting around batting your bangs out of your eyes for weeks. Normally, I must say that my hair cuts are more trims than removal of vast amounts of hair. This time, however, due to Cosmos' injury, Christine had to take over and finish up the blow drying portion. She used a new product call 'Root Pump'. The purpose of this product is to increase the volume of the hair at the root, thus giving a look of more body and leaving less weight on the ends of the hair. It works. Beautifully. It lasts...overnight. So this morning I come down stairs reminding myself of one of those stamps we used last week at Bizzy B's ........hair well pumped at the roots, slightly bent and straggly at the ends...no comment. Yesterday, it could have been a case of my having used rollers to get this effect, today, it's just plain obviously weird. I have been sitting across the desk from my husband of 40 years, for at least an hour now, and not one glimmer of observation.
Actually, he's a bit doomed, isn't he. The only obvious response is to say "WHAT in the world is going on with your HAIR???" Then he may incur the wrath of the gods, so it's probably the easiest route for him to wait and get the explanation the same way you are! :) He's been well trained. Like I said...40 years.
In the meantime, I'm feeling rather artistic with this look...think I'll do some page-a-day prompts for a bit.