A week or so ago I spotted an extra-long grey hair sprouting from my husband’s goatee so, naturally, I named it ‘Pierre’ and kissed it, singing ’Non, rien de rien..‘ causing Camo to exclaim that he was being cuckolded by his own face-fur.
Soon afterwards he declares, with apparently no ulterior motive, that his face itches and he is going to trim his beard. I don mourning and dab at my eyes with a tissue but Pierre was still sent to the guillotine.
However, it wasn’t long until I spotted a follically ambitious black hair growing near where Pierre had fallen. I called it ‘Alphonse’.
I win.
My husband puts up with a lot..
But, really, he only has himself to blame. He is my randomness enabler. His laughter and input only serve to encourage me to new heights. For example, our conversation on Sunday night somehow turned to how ‘everything’s better with bacon,’ a concept he accepts, despite being vegetarian (he also buys me bacon – now that’s love).
I suggested a couple of proverbs with bacon: “Better the bacon you know than the bacon you don’t.”
“More bacon, less speed,” he said.
‘Ooh,’ I squealed, ‘that’s funny and true!’
Never one to let a ‘good’ idea go to waste, I spent pretty much the whole of yesterday compiling this site before emailing the link to my husband.
‘YOU WIN AT INTERNETS’ was his reply.
See? That’s enablement right there. Except I probably don’t mean enablement; I mean reinforcement or some other annoying shrink term. But I like the word ‘enable’ whereas being ‘reinforced’ makes me sound like I need to be held up with scaffolding. Well, in all fairness, I kinda do..
Anyway.. I had fun making the tumblr site and, due to bacon being king of the internet meme.. or at least an arch-duke.. I only had to create one of the pictures myself. If anyone is monitoring my online activity I can only imagine the bewilderment that reading several hours of search-teams such as ‘bacon bed’ and ‘bacon weapons’ will create. Then again, they’re probably used to it:
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Today I awoke to find this in my Google reader feed:
Bringing us nicely back to beards. Which reminds me, I keep suggesting to Camo that he should grow a beard-plait, or, more accurately, grow out his beard so I can plait it. And put bows in it. And maybe a few beads. Kinda like this:
So far he has remained strangely resistant to the idea.
Perhaps I need to create another tumblr site..
