At 10:00 on Sunday mornings, the kids are supposed to get ready for church. My husband said to them, “Girls, it’s 10:00.”
“You need to tell them what that means,” I said.
“Girls, it’s 10:00, which means the short hand is on the 10 and the long hand is on the 12.”
Husband and I recently got to drive alone in our little red car instead of having to take the big van. I was delighted to be in my old car again. I lovingly stroked the dash and reminded him, “This car is older than our marriage.”
“And fairing better, too,” he said.
This one is not a husbandism, at least not mine or any who would like to live to see another day. Since my husband cuts my hair for me, (I know, weird, right?) this would only be insulting himself.
I would love to know if anyone tries this and it works. I mean, it could potentially make someone laugh. Or make them cry harder. Or make them stop crying in order to sock you in the face.
Which would you do if someone said this to you?
Have you ever cried over a haircut?
Is my husband funny, or what?