I have a hypothetical story for you. Michelle and I used to tell lots of hypothetical stories in high school. LOTS. Approximately two of them were ever truly hypothetical. One of those was a fictional story she made up about me and a cab driver for a journalism assignment and I am throwing in another one to be safe although I cannot remember any others. General there was a reason for the story to be hypothetical.
The fiance has shaved every day since puberty or so the woman is told. She has never seen her fiance unshaven. On their wedding day however, her betrothed meets her in an unshaven manner
"What is this? You have not shaved on our wedding day?"
His eyes are as big as headlights for he has overlooked this chore on this very important day.
"Fix this!"
She really thinks it is quite sweet that he is so nervous....
Life gets busy and shaving gets less and less. His stubble gets soft on day 7 so he shaves it on day 6 just to torture her, certainly. lol.
One Christmas the wife buys her husband an electric razor. He explains that it does not give a very clean shave. He is not disrespectful or unkind just informative with this information. She expects to see the razor in the trash. But the worthless razor lives on to the wife's dismay. Hypothetically the husband has decided it is a good idea to spend 20 minutes doing a pre-shave then his normal 10 minutes shaving. Are you serious?
I do not know why he is testing me.
This morning as I was about to die from stress I started to laugh. LAUGH! Allori came and asked why I was laughing...I was crying so hard because I could not stop laughing. Finally my husband comes in after his THIRTY minute shave to ask why I was laughing I told him it was that or kill him dead. There was fist waiving and gut wrenching. I think the laughter and tears made them null and void. He was unclear what the issue was. A pre-shave? Seriously?
You understand...all of this is hypothetical....just wondering what you would do if you had a faulty appliance. ;)
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