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September 08, 2007
Fish in a barrel
So we're lying in bed this morning, and for some reason the hubby decides he's going to make himself an easy target.
He tells me that he's read some article or something about Dale Earnhart, and he wants to know what the big deal is. So I tell him that Dale was a big race car driver, who came from humble beginnings, and after all the money and fame and whatnot he didn't turn into a giant asshole. Well, as far as I know, it's not like I really pay that much attention to the racing scene. The conversation goes on this way for a bit, nothing remarkable, when he says:
"Well I don't care about such things anyway."
"I know you don't," I reply. "You aren't into that sort of thing."
"Well you're not either," he says. "How do you know anything about that?"
"Because I'm a media junkie. The guy was famous, so I know about him. I mean, it's not like I know his biography or anything."
"Well, I don't care about such things. I prefer celebrities like Princess Diana."
"Because you're gay." The giggling is about to start now. "You're gayer than I am." Then, in a long drawn out hiss - "Gaaaayyyyyyyy!"
"I beg your pardon!" He doesn't find this amusing, so of course I'm giggling now. "What makes you think that?"
"All I have to do is open your closet."
"What does that mean?"
"You have a whole closet full of nice clothes. Gaaaaayyyyyy!"
"That doesn't make me gayer than you."
"It does so. That and your 50 mile an hour hair that you get just perfect and worry if a single hair is out of place. You are so gayer than I am."
"That isn't gay, that's old fashioned!"
"Gaaaaayyyyyy!"
"No, old fashioned."
"It is so gay. And the Oil of Oldlady you put on. That is entirely gay."
"Well I gotta put something on."
"The fact that you put any kind of lotion on your face is so gay. No straight man puts lotion on his face, especially a Texan."
At this point he gets a bit sulky, which of course gets the giggling started again. "Hey, it's not like you've even provided one single counterargument," I tell him. "You are so much gayer than I am, with your Princess Diana."
"Oh come on," he says. "Lots of straight people like Diana."
"Yeah, women." That was too damn easy. "This is going straight to the blog."
"No!"
He is not at all happy about the blog now.
Posted by damyano at September 8, 2007 05:23 AM