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?
“Men Can’t Find A Thing Which is Why They Need Crotch Radar”
~Don’t be such a wussie. Who can find it? It’s the pu**y
I never use that word and yet, good in a slogan!
I believe Roseann (Barr,Arnold, whatever) was the one to start calling the uterus a tracking device.She actually was pretty funny as a comedian.Just thought credit should be given where due.
My vote is on “Nothing is too tuff for the muff”
I also like “There’s nothing to tough for the muff”. I just thought of “it’s never to soon to follow the poon”
I like that one too. My hubby suggested, “Grab a scooter, follow my cooter.”
I Like that one! My hub suggested grab your scooter and follow my cooter.
I call it “male pattern blindness, the inability to recognize familiar patterns in familiar locations without the assistance of a woman.”
Stuck? In a rut, have no fear it’s in the bag. Consult my vag.
Technically doesn’t rhyme, but if you put in a cool early 90’s song before it, GOLD.
My suggestion for the song is PM Dawn, “I’d Die without you(r stuff finding Uterus)
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I don’t have a clever poem for your crotch radar, though I wish I did. But when my husband is ‘looking’ for something and is unable, due to his being a male and all, to find it, I ask him if he was “mooking”…man-looking.
It is now a word constantly used in our house…
In the 1 in a million times when I can’t find something or am just too darn tired to actually look, I pull the ‘mooking’ card out and use it. But when I do it, again, 1 in a million times, I never seem to hear the end of it…men.
Holy mackerel! That was funny and just the laugh I needed at the end of the day. My mom has a term for this problem for men – it’s called “front-shelfitis” – if it’s not sitting right in front of them on the shelf, they will not see it! (Wait, what? You can move stuff in the pantry and frig? No way!)
My children seem to have this same problem especially with shoes for some reason. They can NEVER find them even though I made one of those nifty Pinterest front hall shoe bin/backpack hook areas. However, the shoes never seem to be there. Yet, mom usually knows what random location they have landed in the house – every morning!
I never knew there were so many words for the lady garden. However, being Canadian, I do know that the beaver is both a wise and noble creature. 😉
Awesome. Just – Awesome.
It is truly remarkable how men can’t find something right under their nose. There must be something genetic about it, it happens too often to too many couples. Are women just more detail-oriented and men trained only to see the “big picture?” Since caveman days, have men grunted for women to find their spears and clubs?
This would suggest that a penis wouldn’t make a very good dowsing stick.
I can’t believe I just saw this post today. “In a jam, follow the clam.” I need that on a t-shirt. Or at least I need to say it to my husband 2324438x a day.
You can’t find what? Follow the twat!