Wednesday's posting was about my learning a new skill. Yay me!
And of course the jigsaw.
Does anyone have anything that needs to be sawed? Seriously I can do it for you. I even got my own saw. Well, sorta, it’s not really mine. Belongs to the hubs, and he said I could use
it. Sometimes. But I know where he keeps it, so it’s all
good. If you need something cut; call
me.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, right. I mentioned my posting
topic to the hubs at dinner last night and he got a little panicky.
On a side note: What
did we have you ask? Well I made an
awesome low carb ham in the oven. I will
get leftovers from that baby for the rest of the week. The sides were just as spectacular. Roasted broccoli and an amazing cauliflower
dish that should not be considered good for me with all of the great stuff in
it.
But I digress.
After my initial surprise that he actually does listen when
I speak of blogging and writing, I wondered out loud why he would be
nervous. He gave me his fake laugh. You know the one that says he is
uncomfortable, but doesn’t want to admit it?
Yeah, that one. So I pushed. Come to find out, he was a little worried
that I had told you guys the “f” story.
The “f” story? I was
flummoxed.
He clarified at the same time a light bulb went off in my
head and we both said at the same time
Me: “Oh you mean the
fence story?”
Him: “I mean the futon story.”
The futon story?
Nope, not going there.
Of course I assured him that I would never do that. Between me and you, I would never tell the
futon story because I don’t come out looking so good in that one, but I would
definitely tell the fence story. Once
he was properly reassured (thank God he doesn’t read my blog; and I can’t even
believe I am happy about that) I started plotting how I could share these with
you guys.
Don’t worry I am going to tell both of the stories, but you
have to come back for those.
So here’s my question for the day. Does your significant other have a phony
laugh that only you recognize? Do you?
5 comments:
I don't have an S.O. now, but when I did I could recognize it immediately. And the "look". You know, the look that says, "yes, dear, I'm following along but have no idea what you're talking about."
A fence and a futon...and we have to wait? *sulks*
Regarding the laugh, not he can't muster phony, but I do get that blank, glazed over stare every once and a while.
Yeah, I can always tell when TG isn't really amused. There's a subtle difference from his real laugh.
Have you tried making mashed cauliflower yet? It's like mashed potatoes, only low-carb. Yummy!
a fence and a futon! can't wait!
don't have a significant other, so i can only speak for me. i think we all have that fake laugh for when we know laughter is called for but we can't muster up the true thing.
Mr. Lemmony DOES have a phony laugh! I didn't know everyone had one of those! ;)
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