- Me (at work on the phone with Annie): So how's it going at home?
- Annie: It's hot!
- Me: Hot? How hot is it?
- Annie: Effing hot, that's how hot it is.
- Me: Effing hot? How can you tell when it officially gets to 'effing hot'?
- Annie: Well I can't tell for sure, but it definitely looks effing hot from where I'm sitting on the bed, in the air conditioning, looking out the window.
- Me: You mean you haven't even been outside yet?
- Annie: Hell no I ain't goin' outside, it's effing hot!
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Oh, the Weather Outside is Frightful ...
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Well she was right! I worked at home today & this morning was really pleasant when I got up with the dogs at 6:30. But then after about 8, I didn't go back outside until 3 when I went to get some lunch & to take Dempsey Earl to PetSmart for some low stress socialization. It was effing hot for sure...not any doubt about it...effing hot enough to elicit several discouraging words on my part.
Jeff, I can see that conversation clearly. I've been perplexed by similar conversations over the years(sometimes about the effing cold). I've come to discover that women are usually correct about such perceptions, while men have a need to step outside to see if it really is hot, cold, raining, etc. I believe that this is another example of the "hard-wiring" diferences between men & women - women have a MUCH stronger sense of self survival than men and they know that they don't want to go outside when it's effing hot, cold (or raining). Men, on the other hand, undertake activities contrary to their self-survival on a regular basis (the examples are too numerous to mention)and often don't learn without the reinforcement of physical discomfort. We all know the response that comes we you come in, covered in sweat, and declare, with surprise, that "it's effing hot out there."
Jimmy, that is so true it isn't even funny. Oh what the hell, it IS funny!
Hey -- let me put in a few words in defense of the female sex here! We have sly ways of finding out the weather without even stepping outside. I put my hand on the window. If it's cold, I know it. I also look at the trees -- if they're bent over at about 90 degrees, it's windy. If the sidewalk's wet, well... you get the picture. The one place where we do things that are different in the wiring are our shoes. We'll squeeze our feet into uncomfortable heels and pumps because those shoes look good on our feet! I have yet to ever hear my husband or sons admit to wearing a pair of Nikes because they make their ankles looks slim... So... we're even, I guess!
I will admit to laughing my head off at those insurance commercials, especially the one where the two guys are trying to take down the bee hive!
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