The husband called me the other day from work.
To ask me a question that he often calls to ask.
"We got anything going on this weekend?"
Which is man-code for: "I want to do something manly with my man friends, and I need your permission to grunt, scratch, and be manly freely."
Usually this question leads to fishing, hunting, poker, or golf....
I was NOT expecting what I heard next.
Me: Oh. You fishing?
Him: No. Um...I'm going to a pageant.
Say what, Mr. Testosterone?
(Okay..in the interest of honesty...he didn't actually call it a pageant. He called it by its manly name. But really....it's a pageant. Plain a simple.)
The husband. In all of his burliness. Is going to a pageant.
To look at men who look like this:
Because he's going to a pageant.
It just doesn't get old.
No matter how many times I say it.
Dog gone. That's funny stuff.