Last night, Kevin and I and a couple of friends had reservations to go to a nice French restaurant. Kevin was trying to figure out what he should wear, so he asked me what I was planning on wearing. As I zipped past him into the bathroom to shower and dress, I answered, "Khaki pants, a brown jacket and a shell." When I emerged from the bathroom 15 minutes later, Kevin was standing by the door with an expectant look on his face. He looked me over, and then said, "I thought you said you were going to wear a shell." I pointed to the turquoise sleeveless blouse I was wearing under my jacket and said, "This is a shell." Kevin looked a little disappointed--apparently he thought I was going to wear an actual seashell out to dinner. I don't know whether he thought I was going to wear 2 of them mermaid-style, or if I was going to stand on one a la "Birth of Venus!" I'm really not sure how I feel about this...I can count the number of times that I have felt smarter than Kevin on one hand, and last night as he scanned me for seashells was definitely one of those times. Feeling smart is nice, but at the same time, after all these years together, does he really believe that I'm batshit crazy enough to wear a crustacean creation to a nice restaurant?Saturday, February 23, 2008
Shells
Last night, Kevin and I and a couple of friends had reservations to go to a nice French restaurant. Kevin was trying to figure out what he should wear, so he asked me what I was planning on wearing. As I zipped past him into the bathroom to shower and dress, I answered, "Khaki pants, a brown jacket and a shell." When I emerged from the bathroom 15 minutes later, Kevin was standing by the door with an expectant look on his face. He looked me over, and then said, "I thought you said you were going to wear a shell." I pointed to the turquoise sleeveless blouse I was wearing under my jacket and said, "This is a shell." Kevin looked a little disappointed--apparently he thought I was going to wear an actual seashell out to dinner. I don't know whether he thought I was going to wear 2 of them mermaid-style, or if I was going to stand on one a la "Birth of Venus!" I'm really not sure how I feel about this...I can count the number of times that I have felt smarter than Kevin on one hand, and last night as he scanned me for seashells was definitely one of those times. Feeling smart is nice, but at the same time, after all these years together, does he really believe that I'm batshit crazy enough to wear a crustacean creation to a nice restaurant?
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Oh, now that's funny!! Good thing you didn't say you were going to wear peddle-pushers....lol!!
I hope your plow guy is keeping you cleared out - you'll certainly need it today!!
Kerry R. and I are going to Pawcasso. Let me know if you decide to go.
Robin
Emily, this is an amazing coincidence because just last night I saw an episode of "French and Saunders" in which they did their "Stylists to the Masters" sketch (so funny) and it was THAT painting, with the shell, that they were styling. Is it just me who finds that an amazing coincidence? :-)
BTW, Robin's comment about your "plow guy keeping you cleared out" confused me until I realized she was talking about snow in your driveway. ;-)
Robin, we will be in NYC on Friday, but have a great time at Pawcasso!
Michele, I have never heard of that show, but perhaps Kevin was watching and taking notes? And yes, I guess the plow guy comment, if taken out of context, could sound a bit naughty, but in this case, the comment is referring to the buckets and buckets of snow we have gotten over the last week. Emily
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