I think my husband is one of the funniest people I know – but I’m pretty sure nobody else finds him nearly as funny as I do.
We were driving home from the grocery store the other day and we passed a salon. This triggered a question in my head (although I never bothered to mention why I was asking).
Me: What are your thoughts on Brazilians? (totally meaning the waxing since I was looking at a salon)
Jeremy: [long pause] Wait – are you asking about the wax or the people?
I’m not sure why I found that to be so funny. Why would I be asking what he thought about brazilian people? But then again, why would I be asking about waxing (he didn’t notice the salon).
We have a lot of these types of conversations because I have a tendency to think about a million random things while in the car and just spout of comments and questions without context.
And while we’re on the topic of waxing – Jeremy suggested electrolysis. Why bother getting a monthly wax if you could just permanently get rid of unwanted hair.
My thought? What if I need that hair someday. I mean – we clearly have it for a reason. He thinks I’m crazy… but I’ll have the last laugh when the apocalypse comes and the weather is freezing and all those ladies without hair will be freezing but I’ll have a nice and warm…
(Jeremy thinks I’m crazy)