You just have to love a good communications breakdown...

...right?

So...

My very sweet husband decided somehow that yesterday would be a good day to read my blog.

He came into my office looking pretty much like this. And since I was sitting in the comfy leather chair in my office intently and voraciously reading War and Peace I impatiently answered, "huh, what?"

To which he quizzically answered, "your blog? I don't get it? What are you talking about?"

I just buried my nose more studiously in my very thick book and told him "girl stuff, go away now!"

But he did not.

I peeked out of the corner of my eye and he was still standing in my office door...sigh...

"What?" I asked him again and he repeated his question and I repeated my answer.

So he said "is this like when you and Jessie (the daughter who just turned 30) would start talking about tampons when you wanted me to leave the room?"

(I am ashamed to say that we did, indeed, use this technique more then once when we weren't even talking about tampons at all! It's a good trick! Try it!)

Where was I?

Oh yea, OK, so...husband still not leaving, blah, blah, blah...

So I put down my epic light reading and said "what don't you GET?"

And he said "who is following JP?"

And I said, after sighing deeply, "it's not who, it's hoo haw...and it's not JP it's PJ!!!!!"

Oh my gosh. He is still not going to leave.

"Hoo Haw!" I say, "you know? Hoo haw?"

But he just gives me this look again So I say, "you know? Little girl bottom?"

A term he knows because when the granddaughters were little with a dirty diaper I would always have to remind him to clean "there" so I started to call it their "little girl bottom" so he didn't have to get all red and embarrassed and all.

Like he did last night when I explained the medical term "hoo haw" to him.

And being the mature person that I am I graciously refrained from giggling until he finally left my office all red-faced and annoyed!

And to be honest here I'm kind of relieved we had this conversation.

Because if we ever have another granddaughter I can now use the medically accepted term instead of that other silly name. I'm all about calling things by the right name here on Jenny Matlock. YessirreeBob!

And geez! Really! Who calls that a "little girl bottom" anyway?

Sigh.


Did you miss the first part of this story? Just click here to read it!

PS. Rest up cuz tomorrow I am going to explain how Alphabe-Thursday is going to work and it may hurt your brain if you're tired. Oh, and did I mention there will be PRIZES?????!!!!!!!!!

Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair...

...like when you're trying to keep up with other bloggers for instance.

No, I'm not talking about how other bloggers seem to have 1,609 followers with 217 comments per day...

Huh?

No, of course I don't look at those things when I visit other blogs.

Do you?

But...

I have this blog friend, PJ, who is amazing. I mean, seriously. She is intelligent and funny and kind and compassionate and witty and I would say that when I grow up someday I want to be just like her (but I can't because technically I think I might be kinda/sorta older then her already and we're not talking about emotional maturity on my part here, Missy!)

So, anyway, in addition to being all the things I said above, PJ had one special follower that I have been unable to get out of my mind.

She actually had a body part follower.

Huh?

Yes...she had a body part follower.

And not just any body part. It was a serious body part.

Oh, don't go running over there to look now because the body part has since been banned from her followers list which I personally assisted her with because I am the master of all things technical related to blogs...(cough, cough)

Darn, be right back!

So sorry. I was choking there after that remark and I had to go get a drink of water.

But I'm better now.

What was I saying? Oh yea, because I am the master of all things technical (cough, cough) PJ asked me how to remove said offending body part follower which I actually knew how to do.

So she followed my step by step methodical instructions (cough, cough) and removed it.

And that should be the end of the story.

But it's not.

Because now I'm thinking to myself "hey, I have never had a body part as follower!"

Sure, you're wonderful and sweet followers and all, but seriously, am I not worthy of a body part follower.

It doesn't have to be a serious body party like PJ had...it could be a or even a Of course PJ writes just wonderfully which you can see by visiting her post today and I admire her for that.

Perhaps I admire that skill even more then having a hoo haw for a follower, if only for a short time.

But secretly perhaps I don't.

Yes, I said it. PJ had a hoo haw for a follower and I didn't. Ever. I never even got an to follow my blog.

And I'm not really bitter about this even though it might sound like I am.

But I do feel all cheap and dirty now admitting that I'm envious of PJ and her previous hoo haw fan.

But that's what followers are for, right?

To admit our deepest fears and longings and jealousies.

Even if we aren't admitting them to a hoo haw!

Sigh.