Friday, June 22, 2012

Just Slap Me Upside the Head

Yay! Friday is here!

I got my edits completed and the manuscript sent out to my crit partners. And I'm finally getting to read Lover Reborn (my reward). Life is good!

This will be my last blog for the month. I already know our timeshare does not have WiFi and if we find a place that we can connect to the internet, you can bet I'll be checking my e-mail before checking anyone's blog.

I am so looking forward to the break!

Now, on to why I titled this post the way I did…

But first, a little background information. My husband gets up after I've gotten ready for work. By the time I come upstairs to brush my teeth, he's either still in bed or in the shower. I rarely see him in the morning. So the mornings don't count. They don't, I tell you!

On Tuesday morning he finally shaved off his beard. Yay! Problem? I noticed Wednesday night (and not on my own).

He went fishing Tuesday afternoon and didn't get home until 11pm (about the time I was getting ready for bed). I noticed he looked tired, but that was about it. I spent all of five minutes with him. So I think I have a fairly good excuse. Not great, but good.

I have nothing for Wednesday.

My daughter was over to watch Veronica Mars and we all went to dinner first. It wasn't until we were pulling into Hot Head Burritos, when the worker there indicated he was sorry to see the beard had disappeared.

Uh oh! Even my daughter hadn't noticed (and she had asked if she could buy him a razor for Father's Day – as a hint).

Am I screwed, or what?

Now, my defense is this – and for the most part true: Since he grew that beard, I kind of avoided looking at his face. That's how much I hated it. So, would this avoidance be enough to not notice when he shaved? I'd like to think it is. When I ignore something, I guess I really ignore it!

But that doesn't explain his co-workers. Apparently they've seen him for two whole days without the beard (a beard they said they loved) and only one person commented. A person he only sees occasionally.

I feel badly. I truly do.

But I am happy the beard is gone.

So, while I'm spending my vacation making up my faux pas to my husband, I hope you have a splendid week.

And if I'm smart (of which I think I just proved I'm NOT), I'll have written some blogs to post when I return. Without the internet to distract me, that might not be a problem. We'll see how lazy I get.

NOTE: Since I wrote the above, it has come to my attention that my husband shaved his beard because it became too much work for him (and it was hot). So now maybe I'm not feeling all that bad that I hadn't noticed when he shaved it. Because he apparently didn't shave it off for me!  But I still love him! :)


Maria Zannini said...

Shame on you for not noticing. \o/ No matter why he shaved it off, noticing might've gone far for the next time he got the urge to let it grow.

Have a great vacation!

Stacy McKitrick said...

Maria - I do hang my head in shame. I'd like to kick myself, too! But I'll make it up to him.

midnightblooms said...

I think it comes from seeing him day in and out. You have a mental picture of him so you don't have to really look at him. It's like the difference between hearing and listening.

You said it yourself, the only coworker who noticed was one who didn't see him regularly.

LD Masterson said...

Well, I guess you have your whole vacation to make it up to him.

The Happy Whisk said...

I hear about this stuff all the time, people not noticing big changes like that.

At any rate, I wish you a most excellent holiday.

Cheers and boogie boogie.

Stacy McKitrick said...

Melissa - Unfortunately, you're right and it kind of makes me sad. I don't want to just exist with him, so I guess I better start paying better attention!

Linda - I plan on it, too.

Ivy - Thanks for the vacation wish. Although, the temps will be hovering around 100. I think we'll be spending a lot of time indoors!

DL Hammons said...

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !!!!!!

That is funny!! :)

Stacy McKitrick said...

Glad I could make you laugh, Don! :)