Saturday, January 27, 2007

Sometimes I Don't Know What to Do With Him

I am going to be editing this site today and trying to fix the template, so if you have Bloglines or Google reader and see that I have a lot of new posts, don't get too excited.

In the meantime, let me give you another reason why H is so great. I was talking to H on the phone yesterday while we were both at work. I told him that I had taken a shower Friday morning but hadn't washed my hair. H acted disgusted and asked why. I told him I hadn't had enough time to dry and style it. H responded, "It's not like it takes that long to style a bowl cut."

At least it was better than the time he referred to an ex-girlfriend as "the one that got away." And then when I was pissed off, he said, "It's not like I can contact her. I don't even know her phone number anymore!" After about 30 minutes of scrambling, he was finally able to dig himself out of that hole. Oh, H.


sognatrice said...

That H of yours really has a way with I say...GUEST POST! FRENZY! GUEST POST! FRENZY!

Marmite Breath said...

I have been in the most poisonous mood today, but this just made me so happy. Oh, how I love H and his ability to stay alive even in the face of such stupid comments.

Jenny said...

Oh my god.

Come over. Bring H. He and Victor can play video games while we commiserate. Last week he told me I should go strap a feedbag on. And then he was shocked that I might date to be offended by that.

Ah, Victor.

Red said...

Ha, this gave me a laugh. Thanks!