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Wifey Sympath-O-Meter aka Wheel of Misfortune |
I’m just Wild about Hairy
The other day, a good friend who admits her taste in men is deeply flawed, told the funniest story in her best deadpan style. Husband № 3 was ‘hair-challenged’, i.e, balding. He believed dying his hair and eyebrows jet black would make it seem he had more, fuller hair. The opposite appears to be true, but he didn’t know.
Instead of asking for advice and assistance (thus acknowledging characteristic presence of Y chromosomes), he attempted the process by himself. Soon enough, his wife heard him yelling and cursing.
Yes, boys and girls, he had dyed his flesh. His entire forehead had taken on the complexion of a Goodyear tire.
In times like this, I picture an often brutal Wheel-of-Fortune® device called the Wifey-Sympath-O-Meter™ where ‘sympath’ may relate more to ‘symple and pathetic’ than sympathy. Wifey wheel segments might contain such phrases as: “You poor thing,” to deep Southern “Bless his heart,” to Great Northern “You nincompoop!” As if pretending it mitigates the sting, we even hear foreign phrases, such as the French inspired “nicodème,” which means, well, nincompoop, or the German “dummkopf,” literally dumbhead.
Doofus husband begged his darling to google for a solution. Unbeknownst to her, he didn't wait. A man of ill-considered action instead of patience, he applied household bleach.
Meanwhile, Google found a couple of dye removal suggestions combining ammonia and an oil. She returned and started rubbing the oleaginous solution on his head, whereupon a sizzling “Sssssssss” and a scream rent the atmosphere. The concoctions chemically reacted into a substance resembling battery acid.
God love her. At one point, she was working on future ex-husband № 5, but may have reconsidered. She’s now found a guy who treats her well and has a full head of hair.
In the meantime, may crime lovers carefully mind their household chemicals, especially in the presence of those with uncluttered minds, who have less in their heads than on it.
Smiling with my coffee, and especially smiling at 'future ex-husband number 5!' You have some amazing friends, Leigh. Love your wheel.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the wheel, Melodie.
DeleteI do have some ineresting acquaintances. I used to know a very successful Western artist (in the style of Remington, who had SEVEN (7) ex-wives. When I was out jogging one day, he pulled up beside me in his Cadillac and introduced me to his latest lady. She had (you might want to prepare for this) NINE (9) divorces. A couple of those were re-marrys. As for success indicators…
I called my husband in when I started laughing out loud and read him the whole post. His takeaway: "Well, I'm looking better now, huh?" No comment.
ReplyDeleteLiz, you really and truly made my day. I'm gratified you and your husband got a laugh for the morning.
DeleteWonderful, Liz! Mel
DeleteMy favorite is one guy I knew who married 3, yes 3, women ALL NAMED SHARON. And another guy whose girlfriends were all named SUSAN. Made it easier to remember their names...
ReplyDeleteEve, my friend Steve went out with 3 women named Sharon, which I kept track with subscripts: Sharon₁, Sharon₂ and Sharon₃. Concurrently, I dated a Sharron. Steve married Sharon₃. Hmm… I wonder if eBay has a market category for Sharons?
DeleteMy cousin David attended our family reunion in February with his wife Elaine. Sometime in August or possibly September of the same year, we saw him again with a different wife named Elaine. Oddly enough, I've had four boyfriends named David!
ReplyDeleteDing, ding, ding, ding! Elizabeth, you win with FOUR (4) handsome fish from the dating pool. Congratulations! You also solved that age-old problem where you accidentally use the wrong name with a new beau. Or did David₂, David₃ or David₄ wonder if you were addressing one of his predecessors? I bet you could feature four Davids in a murder mystery or romance novel.
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