Backstory: As we are unpacking from our trip to Best Namma Ever!'s house in St. Louis for the Thanksgiving holiday, Urban Dad is holding a pair of socks in his hand that he has just removed from his luggage. I am gathering things up to start a load of laundry.
Me: Dirty socks?
Him: What? (distracted, looking through his bag)
Me: Dirty socks?
Him: (looking at me and brightening) Uh.... Yeah! Sure!! Okay!!
I look puzzled at his enthusiasm and hold out my hand to gesture for the socks.
Him: Oh.... Dirty SOCKS. (looks disappointed and hands them over) I thought you said "dirty..." well, nevermind.....
We all hear what we want to hear, don't we?
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*snork* Yep, men hear exactly what they want to hear!
Shortly after I started dating my first real date (read: after the divorce) we stopped to get ice cream. I sat in the car, supposedly listening to the big game on the radio. Supposedly because I care nothing about sports and had other things on my mind--as you will see.
He got back in the car and said (I thought), "D'ya wanta f^ck?" What he really said--"Did we score?" Damn basketball anyway.
Typical man! lol!
snort!...we have conversations like this, often...laughing here!
nice to see you back Urban Mom, I was wondering what you were up to!
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