posted on Dec, 22 2011 @ 11:08 AM
Y'know.............. the "nothing" can be used by men also, but one has to first master the veiled mumble. proper delivery of the "nothing"
such that it results in a win, is a fine art; it can't have any edge on it, or pouty man-petulance (which is the only kind of petulance we're
Her: "The sink is still draining slowly.
Translation: I've mentioned this at least three times already, and just because two were during NASCAR, doesn't mean that they don't count.
p.s. your shaving flotsam disgusts me.
Him: " No problem, I'll get to it in a bit."
Translation: it's really the last thing I care about right now, but I'll do it so I don't have to play the "what's-the-matter" game. I plan
on getting to it sometime within the next 24-hour period, but honestly, who really cares if the bathroom sink takes 7 seconds or four minutes to
drain? I think the one who cares about it should do the work. (begin grumbling softly here).
Seventeen minutes later -- Her: " I was thinking about inviting ____________ over........ but I don't know........."
Translation: I really want you to get off your ass and fix that sink. Don't make me overdramatize how humiliated I'd be if _________ came over
and saw how slowly our sink drains, or God forbid, mentioned it.
Him: (intentionally obtuse): "Sure, invite 'em over. Just let me know when.
The Game is afoot.
Eleven minutes later -- Her: "Well, we have a LOT to do before we can entertain anyone............. like cleaning the fans........ and fixing the
Him: silence. Going out to garage/tool shed for tools, mumbling ......... 'dammitall I SAID I was going to fix it, now the fan blades too? Just
keep the stupid fan ON, and nobody has to look at the crud on it........ no brainer........ but noooooo, we have to clean things that nobody cares
about....... dammit I can't have two stinkin' minutes to myself...."
Her, mysteriously teleporting to five feet behind him: "What'd you say?"
Him; : ''Oh....................... nothing, hon."
Her to self: "YES! victory!"
Him to self: BWA-haha-haaaaaaaaa
The foregoing was merely a dramatization, and reflective of nobody in particular, living or dead................. honeybunches.