I shouldn't joke. I already told Kevin that I was going to title my post that and he rolled his eyes. I am making a reference to a House, MD episode.
Orange guy: I was playing golf and my cleats got stuck. It hurt a little but I kept playing. The next morning I could barely stand up. … Well, you’re smiling, so I take it that means this isn’t serious. [House pops a couple pills.] What’s that? What are you doing?
Orange guy: Oh, for you. For your leg.
House: No, ’cause they’re yummy. You want one? Make your back feel better. [He hands him one.] Unfortunately, you have a deeper problem. Your wife is having an affair.
Orange guy: What?
House: You’re orange, you moron. It’s one thing for you not to notice, but if your wife hasn’t picked up on the fact that her husband has changed colors, she’s just not paying attention. By the way, do you consume just a ridiculous amount of carrots and megadose vitamins? [Orange guy nods slightly.] Carrots turn you yellow, the niacin turns you red. Find some finger paint and do the math. And get a good lawyer.
Now. Look at this wonderful picture of me my husband took. (I look bad. It was late-ish. We took the kids to this after-hours thing at the Aquarium). My husband walked in front of me and behind me. He took this picture. You think he would have noticed there was something wrong with my V-Neck blouse.
You say: But, Erin, you are not wearing a V-neck blouse.
I say: Uh, yes I am.
Look at the picture again. Doesn't the collar look funny? It's BACKWARDS! OMG! I walked around in public with my V-Neck Blouse on BACKWARDS!
Uhm. I have no more words. Thank you.