Below, is a story that started on my Facebook Fan Page this week. Frankly, I’m not sure how it went where it did or how we all sunk to this level, but we did … and it was fun.
Thursday is my free morning – by that I mean my husband works from home — and because he loves me — he makes the kids’ lunches and breakfast, so that I can get an extra hour of sleep. However, it never quite works out that way… He often wakes me to ask what the kids eat (though he’s been doing this every thursday for years), or what fruit to serve with breakfast or something like this …
Mark: We don’t have any bread, what should I make the kids for lunch?
Me, groggy and annoyed to be asked this question: Yes, we do have bread, so make a sandwich.
Mark: No we don’t, I looked.
Me: Well, we did last night and I bet it’s not gone. Are you gonna make me get up to show you.
Mark: Yeah, I am because it’s not there.
Me, sluggishly rising: Did you not read my column yesterday? It was about this exact thing.
Mark: Running out of bread?
Me: No, not knowing where anything is and insisting it’s not there.
Mark, as we both hit the pantry with an air of, Oh you’ll see woman: Really, there’s bread huh?
Me, looking on the shelf it’s normally on and then doing something insane and unheard of – turning sideways to look at a different shelf: Um, yeah … really *grabs elusive bread and pops him in the stomach with it*
Yes, that was the first tale and in response, one of my readers suggested that if you want a man to find something, glue boobs to it… which by the way is much harder to do than it sounds. Actually, it’s as hard as it sounds. And another fan said she calls a woman’s ability to find anything a UTD (Uterus Tracking Device), which I kinda love! I enjoy when something so simple explains so much.
Which is why this happened the next day, when my husband asked if I’d seen the remote: I walked around beeping and pelvic thrusted the direction of the clicker.
Mark: WTF are you doing?
Me: I’m using my UTD.
Yes, from now on, if he doesn’t know where something is, I will be using my vagina area to point in the right direction. I’ve been thinking that area hasn’t been pulling it weight lately, anyway. Plus, it could be a fun game.
OMG…. The Box Game!!!
I’ve just gotta find the Box Game’s tag line:
“The place to watch is always my crotch”
“In a jam, follow the clam”
No? How about:
“Trying to lookie ask my pants Wookie”
(that one even grossed me out)
Listen, it’s a work in progress, but I think it’s a solid plan.
Though I am accepting slogans.
BTW: Here are some of the slogans I’ve got from my sick and twisted FB Fans, seriously — brings a tear to my eye:
Jamie F. – On the hunt…lol
Mara – Follow my clit if you want to find it…
Jamie K. – My vajayjay can show you the way way
Rick B. – “I’ve got your theme song. From Frampton Comes Alive. I want U (terus), to show me the way………..”
Michelle S. – Nothing is to tuff for the muff.
Jane B. – Let the fanjo find the banjo.
Well, will you go there? Got any suggestions?