Lately Lowell has taken to tacking on another "s" on his plurals. So instead of "trucks" he says "truckses", "books" are now "bookses," "trains" are "trainses," etc. It sounds hilarious and I really don't want to correct it. In fact, I am toying with the idea of teaching him to stroke his most beloved matchbox car while saying "Precious, my preeecious..."
Check this out! Onion goggles. Science finally got its act together and invented a cure. No more singed eyelashes for me! (Too bad they're 20 bucks, eh? -- Via Not Martha.)
And now, time for a TMI marital moment:
"I do NOT have butt acne, Boobhair!"
You know, we might just look back at the invention of the Onion Goggles and realize that was the moment our culture jumped the shark.
Posted by: anna | February 12, 2007 at 11:59 PM
Ha! The sad thing is that I really want them.
Posted by: LetterB | February 13, 2007 at 08:56 AM
Your husband dazzles me with his rapier wit. Or was that you? I just thought about it, and Boobhair--well, that could technically go either way. As could the dreaded Butt Acne.
How long have you been married?
Thanks for making me giggle. :)
Posted by: Marcy | February 14, 2007 at 08:05 PM
If you can get a video of Lowell stroking his car and murmuring "My Preciousss"...I demand that you put it on your blog. Oh my god...that would be hilarious!
Posted by: wordgirl | February 15, 2007 at 11:17 AM
Marcy - 3 blissful years. And he is pretty funny. He's lucky - I was laughing too hard to clobber him after he said that to me.
Posted by: LetterB | February 15, 2007 at 12:52 PM
Don't you mean boobhairses.
Posted by: jess | February 15, 2007 at 01:32 PM
My husband does me like that all the time. His favorite line is one he speaks when I am getting shrill. He says, "I love the sound of your voice." It makes me giggle, so I forget to punch him.
We've been married five years this September.
Posted by: Marcy | February 15, 2007 at 04:19 PM