An Evening in the Puhl Household

As we were going to sleep last night, McStudly and I were both in somewhat goofy moods. So in a "loving" manner, he placed his hand on my face and began to rub.

It's really not as sweet a gesture as one might think. He wasn't lightly caressing my cheek, but it more so resembled the way your compare the size of your hand to your face as you place it over it's entirety, and then kind've wiggled his fingers as if to be massaging. ???


Me: McStudly... What are you doing?

McStud: What?! I'm being loving!

Me: Yeah thanks, Helen Keller, I love you, too.

McStud: Helen Keller... isn't she the one that flew that plane?

Me: No, dear... that was Amelia Earhart (sp?). Helen Keller was the one that was blind and deaf.

McStud: Oh yeah... and she tried to get on the bus?

Me: Umm... no. That was Rosa Parks and she didn't want to sit in the back of the bus. It was part of the equal rights movement, babe... are you for real?

McStud: Yes. And I think you're still wrong - Helen Keller is the one that was in that Twister movie.

Me: No. That'd be Helen Hunt. And you're ridiculous.

McStud: No. I think that was Helen Keller. Goodnight.

Me: Oh good grief.



So that's that. A little peak into the lives we live. My funny-man husband and his completely random ramblings.

Gotta love pillow-talk!