Mr Earth is always whining and moaning about how I never notice it when he cuts his hair. Blah, blah, blah. The hair goes from short, to short-ER. While I certainly appreciate the transformation from shaggy to dapper, I liken it to Crystal Gayle cursing her beau if he doesn't notice that she gave her hair a quarter-inch trim. (Don't it just make your brown eyes blue??)
Today, I had to visit the dentist. I still go to the same (ridiculously over-priced) dentist that is close to my (former) place of work because I'm too lazy to find someone new. And because Mr Earth works nearby, and I can drop the kids off at the office for some daddy-time, and get my teeth scraped in relative peace.
I hate showing up at Mr Earth's place of business in my regular clothes. Housewife Chic may cut it at the Early Years Centre, but I feel rather out of place in snobby downtown TO. So I dressed up. I wore a belted cashmere sweater and my slimming jeans. I wore my good coat - the one that I used to wear to work (except I don't work anymore and it's too fancy to wear slobbing around so I don't wear it at all coat). I wore earrings while schlepping a grabby toddler. I wore heels. I never wear heels. I blowdried my newly-cut hair. I put on makeup. I even put on lipstick. I never, ever, wear lipstick (evil stuff).
I never saw the inside of Mr Earth's office.
He picked the kids up outside of dentist's office (kind soul that he is), and dropped them off with me as soon as I was finished. I got dressed up for nothing. I certainly didn't get dressed up to see the dentist. He's creepy.
When I complained, he said: "Oh, I didn't notice you got dressed up."
What??
That's it. It's scrunchies and Fat Pants from now on. If love is blind then I, for one, am going to take full advantage.
Monday, March 23, 2009
I guess love really is blind.
I refuse to be labelled! OK, just this once: me myself I, Mr Earth
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16 comments:
cashmere is overrated. i'll trade for yoga pants and a hoodie any day.
C'mon. He didn't notice even a little?
He'll pay for that!!!
Woman, you don't need slimming jeans!
Comfort always wins but hun... NO SCRUNCHIES (or banana clips) - but a nice headband is totally acceptable ;)
I tell you some men..not all...but some are very blind...
come on, you only dress for other women. I like to pretend my husband does notice, otherwise I would be in PJs, dirty Pjs at the mall....
That is some amusing. My husband is just the same; pouts if I don't notice the beard trim. (I eventually will when I use the bathroom sink next. Sigh)
I dressed for my husband's co workers too. Nervous habit? Weird.
(Sigh) I've been doing this SAHM thing so long, I don't even have an outfit like that to be not noticed in.
Uh, yeah - ditto Mac and Cheese.
We go through that nearly every Sunday morning. *sigh*
I'm impressed that you went to that much trouble though. Lipstick even....just imagine....
heh, shoulda gone in anyway. Just busted into his work all annie get yer guns. Just to be seen.
Weeeeelll, maybe he thinks you always look nice.
That's how my husband would try and cover his butt, anyhow.
i think i would've felt the need to go to a coffee shop or something just to be SEEN in all that rare splendour. of course, i can no longer WALK in heels, so perhaps that wouldn't have been a good plan.
Haha, men are silly sometimes. ;) I'm sure you looked faaaaaaabulous!
Josh does notice, but he says, "Who are you dressing up for? You know I don't care." I do it because occasionally like to feel mostly human. LOL.
incidentally, every time I comment on one of your posts, I get an e-mail from the MAILER DAEMON, telling me that I failed. It really hurts my self esteem.
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