Saturday, August 07, 2010

Hello, Ladies...

"I had a bad dream," dh said this morning.  "I dreamed you left me..."
I interrupted. "I would never leave you..."
"...for the Old Spice man," he finished.
"Oh, well, maybe for the Old Spice Man, but not for any other reason," I qualified.  "Unless, well, unless you decide to "do" some woman in a white mini-skirt in a restaurant booth and get all the sordid details published like soft porn in the papers.  I might leave you over that."

"It was immoral, it was unethical, but not illegal.  He's perfectly set up to run for Congress," dh countered.

I was surprised that several of the women at dinner last night had not seen the Old Spice commercials.  I post one of them here, in case some of you may have been deprived of the pleasure. As for me, my man is, as I write, "on a horse", so take that, Old Spice Man.




Notes:
A friend asks how the hickory horned devil emerges as the walnut regal moth?  Not a change of diet, as these moths do not even have mouth parts.  The caterpillar doesn't eat just hickory leaves.

2 comments:

Janie at Sounding Forth said...

You have the most amazing sense of humor! Love your posts...I've missed coming by.

Junosmom said...

HI JANIE!! Thanks for posting, I am just now getting back into the swing of things and reading all my blogger friends. I've missed your blog, too, and will be by soon!

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