Sorry I've been MIA, but my old monitor went to the place where dead monitors go. Then of course, we had to do some comparison shopping down in the big city, and dang, who has the time?
Being computerless, I was able to catch up on all the shows I DVR'd. The commercial campaign for Giorgio Armani's new fragrance Idole just stuck in my brain. Have you seen it?
Some sappy disembodied male voice drools all over a vacuous model who replies with vague (I think they were trying for enigmatic) statements that make no sense at all.
Who the f*ck talks like that? Seriously?
I watched it with Hubby and said, "Just out of curiosity, how come you never say things like that to me?"
He looked at me like I had just sprouted a third foot. On my head.
"Uh---real men don't speak Armani."
And he's right. In our house, the conversation would probably go like this:
Hubby (As Armani Guy): I have been searching all my life for a woman like you!
Me: You mean a woman who admires your unique ability to snore and fart at the same time?
Hubby: You fascinate me.
Me: No. I will never be drunk enough to do that thing with the handcuffs and the big hairbrush ever again. Stop asking. I mean it.
Hubby: You are my idol.
Me: Yeah, Buddy. Get your idol some iced tea.
Tres sexy, no? LOL