For instance:
- He gets up early to pack lunches, empty and/or load the dishwasher, make coffee. When she gets up a few minutes later, he pours her coffee and all she has to do is look at him and he pours her milk too. No, not that milk, the other milk. That milk is past its expiration date, although it still tastes fine.
- When he gets home from work and feigns shock (seriously, only feigns) that he has to serve himself and a kid dinner, the kid explains it like this: “Well, you’re the man, aren’t you?”
- He knows which cat prefers which catfood. Like, they both eat the expensive gourmet stuff out of the foil astronaut envelopes designed to get catfood juice on your fingers, and both will eat the chunky stuff, although one prefers it with gravy and the other in aspic. The dead cat preferred the pat
My sweetie (who does not blog) calls me on that all the time, too. I don’t think she was much amused when I blogged about what I thought was her being all adorable one morning, saying, “I have to go pee and everything now” though. I had to agree, on the pee thing. Too personal. Oh well, I don’t care; I blog, therefore I screw up.
Yes but maybe this blogolalia thing is not such a problem. You know how a good teacher will remind the class that “there are no stupid questions. Please ask them all, because someone else in the class probably has the same question, but is too afraid of looking stupid to ask it.” Well, there are probably other people out there who may have hung one birdfeeder, then played with the kitties for a minute before hanging the other two, thus coating them in cat-smell, but how would we ever figure these things out if no one brought it up?
Similarly the pee thing is totally a cultural universal, I’d bet. Too bad all those golden shower fetishists have to go spoiling it, though. I mean, you do get those search terms, right?
(Don’t even try to post about walking around in wet jeans, or *oh crap, here they come! the wet jeans freaks! sorry, Mig!*)
(not like birds work by scent, so much. that we know of. but I bet it’s something like that. maybe one of the cats got up there and drew a little avian skull and crossbones on them?)
well the two unpopular bird feeders are closer to the house (but only marginally so). the sparrows are just spoiled i tell you.
yes, now i’m always, yeah taht sure was stupid and humiliating, but i can blog about it!