While cleaning out my work bag the other day, I came across a tube of lipstick that I had forgotten I had tucked into it months ago.
Me: Hey! I found some lipstick in my work bag. I always liked this lipstick!
Patto: That's nice, dear.
Later, as we are going out to dinner:
Patto: Are you going to wear your new lipstick?
Me: What new lipstick?
Patto: The lipstick you found in your bag today.
Me: Oh, no. That's a fall lipstick.
Patto: A fall lipstick?
Me: Yeah.
Patto: What does that mean?
Me: It's for fall.
Patto: Fall?
Me: Yeah. Fall. It's the wrong season lipstick.
Patto: Lipsticks have seasons?
--Pause while we just stare at each other in confusion.--
Both: Never mind.
Silly Patto. Doesn't he know it could set us back WEEKS in my attempt to force Spring upon Boston if I put on fall lipstick? It's like giving up the high ground! Is he MAD?!?!
Boys. No strategy.
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Ah, men... I could picture the expression on his face with this one. And I have to say, I expected the story to go somewhere completely different aftet the first sentence or two. Memories of lost homework and a forgotten banana came to mind. :)
Silly Patto.
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