“You Look Fine, Let’s Just Go!”


Some women have husbands who shower them with compliments and swoon with sweet adoration when their lovely wives walk into the room. Some women have spouses who tell them their beauty is unsurpassed. The best I can ever get out of my husband is “You look fine.” and that’s when he hasn’t even bothered to look up from his iPhone.

If we’re going out and he’s decided I’m taking too long, or I tell him I’ve got to change my clothes or brush my hair, I get the good ole standby of “You look fine, let’s just GO!” If I rolled in a hog pen, electrified my hair, and had a festering poison ivy rash all over my face I’m sure I’d receive the same input.

Not that I’m complaining, but it would be nice–once in a great while–to hear him randomly gush that I have such an adorable, angelic appearance that he just can’t see straight. Okay, maybe that would be pushing it.

Basically the only other rare compliment I get from him is the kiss of death, otherwise known as, “You look good today!” spoken with stark emphasis on the word “today,” as if it’s an extraordinary event. His face wears an expression of great astonishment when he says it and he delivers it in the same manner in which someone might proclaim, “I saw a flying saucer today!”

If I call him on the subject, he snickers and finds it all quite amusing. It’s be great if he said “You look beautiful” and not just in a Christmas-is-coming-and-I-want-something-really-good-so-I’m-going-to-butter-you-up kind of a way, but in an all out proclamation. A proclamation said with so much adoration that hearts were dancing in his eyes. But of course, if that ever happened I’d firmly believe an alien had emerged from the above aforementioned spaceship and took my husband’s place–which actually might not be such a bad thing. 😉





Politics and Little Green Men


If you were to encounter a little green man, why on earth would you  assume he was an alien from another planet? For all you know he could be Oompa Loompa who accidentally fell into a vat of lime Jell-O; I’m sure that’s a definite job hazard in the candy and dessert industry.  Or he could be a stature challenged individual whose Tan in a Can went bad. You really never know. Mistaken identity happens.

Think about it, even politicians can fall prey to appearing to be something they are not. Some of them might actually give off the allusion of caring about what happens to this country as opposed to their own personal triumph. Proof positive what you see isn’t always what you get.

So the next time you see a green man getting out of what appears to be a ship from outer space, don’t jump to conclusions. It may very well be just a pretentious politician who’s tanning strategies didn’t quite work out for him, who also owns a nifty, new space-aged jet that only the ultra rich and famous can afford.