The Day He's Not a Man Anymore.

What do you get when you live with a man who grew up on Monty Python, the ORIGINAL Saturday Night Live, Robin Williams and Steve Martin when they were new? My wonderful Loren! Yes, his sense of humor is original. Just like mine and the friends we hung around with in high school. I have found that on occasion it becomes necessary to explain our sense of humor to some. Especially those who are older or waaaay younger. There have been frequent times when our children have heard our jokes, rolled their eyes and walked away. Or looked us in the eye and said, "You are so weird!"

So with that introduction I have to share Loren's recent funny comment to me. After working late last night (Friday) he naturally came home quite hungry. But since it was after 7 p.m., I thought starting a big meal was not a good idea. So I suggested sandwiches. Now, Loren loves boloney sammiches (as he calls them), and he loves putting potato chips on his sammich; preferably, Lay's Plain chips. Oh, he'll settle for generic, but when he's into quality dining, it's Lay's all the way baby. 

But I digress. As he and I were discussing making sandwiches, I told him I would make his sandwich for him. He told me he could make it, but I said I would be happy to do it for him. He then became insistent saying he could make his own meal. 

"But sweetheart," I said. "You've been working hard and it's been a log day. I'm happy to do it for you."

That's when he blurted out this little beauty: "The day a man can't make his own boloney sammich is the day he's not a man anymore!"

I slowly looked up at him, raised my eyebrows and questioned, "So your manliness is based on your ability to make a bologna sandwich?"

"Yes! If a man can't make it himself, he is NOT a man!"

"Well babe, you just go for it. I would not want to be responsible for emasculating you," I replied in a very serious voice.

Ten minutes later a pleading voice calls from the kitchen. "Honey! Where are the potato chips?"

'Nuff said.

As a postscript to the above, he has also stated the following:

The day a man can't carry his own groceries is the day he's not a man anymore.

The day a man can't sit in a side car of a motorcycle with his pinwheel blowing in the wind, is the day he's not a man anymore. 

(I know. Don't ask).