Him: So, how can you tell if a woman dyes her hair?
Me: You just look at the roots. (Duh.)
Him: But, I guess I don't see how you can tell that way.
Me: [Showing him my scalp] Well, see this line here? How it's kinda different from this one?
Him: Uhhh...not really. I'm kind of driving.
Me: [Shoving my head closer to his eyeballs] RIGHT HERE!
Him: Lady, I can't see the road!
Me: [Slumping back in my seat with a dramatic sigh.]
Him: I guess the only real way is...
Me: OH. Is this all a ploy to talk about curtains matching the drapes?
Him: Um, the expression is "carpet" and "drapes."
Me: Oh. Right. Yeah, I guess I don't use that one much, do I?
So, last night I had a dream that I was working for the maintenance department of my community, passing out keys. Then, my husband's friend tried to make out with me after I told him that I was the newest cast member on The Jersey Shore.
The saddest part? I *clearly* remember thinking (in my dream), WOW, this whole ordeal is going to make a stellar blog post.
(Still working on that get-out-of-the-house thing, needless to say.)