Or, how “skinny jeans,” Alice Cooper, and Grover got me in trouble.
Darling Wife (who has a Tumblr site of her own) mentioned the other day that she couldn’t wear “skinny jeans” because she looked like an aging rock star. I replied, “You mean like Alice Cooper?”
She shot me one of those laser-like looks that could bore a hole clean through my skull. And then she said she was posting that on Facebook (which I still don’t use; and she told me that she wouldn’t friend me anyway if I was on there).
Karen’s next comment: “Am I too skinny?”
“You mean the Grover arms?” I figure if I’m going down, I might as well go down hard and have some fun doing it. And, Karen has commented before that she thinks she has Grover arms. So I think that made it onto Facebook as well.
I guess I’m lucky that hardly anybody reads this; otherwise, I might get myself in trouble. Unless people find out on Karen’s Facebook page… 