11 thoughts on “In Which Mr. Husband Gets Into the Groove, Completely Against His Will”
Ohhh, ohh, ohh. I so sympathize with you, throwing up from sick stomach. It’s just so absolutely horrible. I think perhaps there is nothing I fear more. I have only done it six or seven times in my entire life, and I remember each time with crystal clarity.
I don’t have a stinky Frenchie, but I do have a dog who smells OK but who likes to eat poop. At night, he sleeps on his back between me and my husband, and he likes to wave his insolent little dog leg in the air next to my face and wake me up early in the morning. Sometimes I reach over, half asleep, and try to feel which direction he is pointing. . . is that a muzzle? Ear? It feels sort of. . . SOFT. Oh! Yipes. Not his front end. Groping a dog peepee in the dark is still embarrassing, even if the only one who knows you did it is said dog.
Does your Mr. Husband have any tips on how to perform on the flute without your bottom lip going all shaky? I get ridiculously nervous and my lip just wobbles totally outta control.
Don’t throw up any more, SJ.
:)
Sorry you were sick.
Corn stabbers are cool. But it seems like if you beat the hula hoop you should GET the hula hoop.
Congrats to cranky Mr. H.
What Peggy Lee songs do ya like?
I like all the classics. My favorite is “Is that All There Is?” and I like to sing it when I’m feeling veeery melodramatic (often, and usually when the dishes and laundry are piling up around my ears.)
I saw “Lady and the Tramp” recently and I forgot that Ol Peggy plays that ghetto dog in the pound.
Peep: thanks for that! Groping dog peepee. Hee hee hee.
I don’t know about flute-lip, because Mr. Husband is AMATEUR HOUR on it. I usta be a French horner.
You know that part in “After Hours” where Griffin Dunne is spending his last quarter on a slow dance with June in club Berlin? And he picks…”Is That All There Is”. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Good stuff, Maynard. Oh, that Peggy Lee. Is there another voice which better captures ennui (except for maybe Mr. Husband’s in this episode)? hee no offense Mr. H! :)
So, is Mr. Husband gonna keep playing with those guys? Sounds like it went well.
Sometimes I’m that guy . . . having fun against my will.
Hee hee. Dog peepee.
Maybe the reason I always get nervous when performing is because of the stuffy conservatory types I’m playing for. Maybe if I was the guy in, like, Jethro Tull — maybe then I wouldn’t get so nervous because then I’d be playing ROCK FLUTE.
Man, having a husband that comes home all sulky about being TIED in a HULA HOOP CONTEST is so fucking rockstar.
congrats kids. You’ve found it, and it comes in your color.
Scott-san: You nailed it exactly!
Is that all there is? It’s my motto. I guess that is why I asked.
I also enjoy against my better judgment the highly offensive ‘manana.’ But I sing it only in an ironic way.
I saw them play! It was totally beatnik and rad. Seth is a badass hula hooper too! The competition was an awesome harmonica player. They both brought the house down. Seth should have won for the hooping skills.
Ohhh, ohh, ohh. I so sympathize with you, throwing up from sick stomach. It’s just so absolutely horrible. I think perhaps there is nothing I fear more. I have only done it six or seven times in my entire life, and I remember each time with crystal clarity.
I don’t have a stinky Frenchie, but I do have a dog who smells OK but who likes to eat poop. At night, he sleeps on his back between me and my husband, and he likes to wave his insolent little dog leg in the air next to my face and wake me up early in the morning. Sometimes I reach over, half asleep, and try to feel which direction he is pointing. . . is that a muzzle? Ear? It feels sort of. . . SOFT. Oh! Yipes. Not his front end. Groping a dog peepee in the dark is still embarrassing, even if the only one who knows you did it is said dog.
Does your Mr. Husband have any tips on how to perform on the flute without your bottom lip going all shaky? I get ridiculously nervous and my lip just wobbles totally outta control.
Don’t throw up any more, SJ.
:)
Sorry you were sick.
Corn stabbers are cool. But it seems like if you beat the hula hoop you should GET the hula hoop.
Congrats to cranky Mr. H.
What Peggy Lee songs do ya like?
I like all the classics. My favorite is “Is that All There Is?” and I like to sing it when I’m feeling veeery melodramatic (often, and usually when the dishes and laundry are piling up around my ears.)
I saw “Lady and the Tramp” recently and I forgot that Ol Peggy plays that ghetto dog in the pound.
Peep: thanks for that! Groping dog peepee. Hee hee hee.
I don’t know about flute-lip, because Mr. Husband is AMATEUR HOUR on it. I usta be a French horner.
You know that part in “After Hours” where Griffin Dunne is spending his last quarter on a slow dance with June in club Berlin? And he picks…”Is That All There Is”. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Good stuff, Maynard. Oh, that Peggy Lee. Is there another voice which better captures ennui (except for maybe Mr. Husband’s in this episode)? hee no offense Mr. H! :)
So, is Mr. Husband gonna keep playing with those guys? Sounds like it went well.
Sometimes I’m that guy . . . having fun against my will.
Hee hee. Dog peepee.
Maybe the reason I always get nervous when performing is because of the stuffy conservatory types I’m playing for. Maybe if I was the guy in, like, Jethro Tull — maybe then I wouldn’t get so nervous because then I’d be playing ROCK FLUTE.
Man, having a husband that comes home all sulky about being TIED in a HULA HOOP CONTEST is so fucking rockstar.
congrats kids. You’ve found it, and it comes in your color.
Scott-san: You nailed it exactly!
Is that all there is? It’s my motto. I guess that is why I asked.
I also enjoy against my better judgment the highly offensive ‘manana.’ But I sing it only in an ironic way.
I saw them play! It was totally beatnik and rad. Seth is a badass hula hooper too! The competition was an awesome harmonica player. They both brought the house down. Seth should have won for the hooping skills.