“I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth
No one can look as good as you… Mercy!”
-Roy Orbison

Late this afternoon, we dropped off the kids (one with my mom, one at a birthday party) to venture out sans kids – out to dinner and to Best Buy (I *heart* Best Buy – electronics, doohickeys, gadgets? Heaven). As we were driving away from dropping the kids off, my husband said this to me:

“You look really pretty lately, are you doing something different?” (NOTE: I wish I could remember his exact phrasing – this interpretation is being much kinder to my husband than he was to me originally!).

“Because I was a TROLL before?”

“No, um, I mean, you always look pretty, but lately you look prettier…. Oh… hell…”

The thing is, the intent was to compliment me, but that is precisely the kind of compliment that sorta sets my teeth on edge. The compliment that is-but-it-isn’t. My husband knows this. I know he knows this because as I started giving him the hairy eyeball, he started backpedaling about how beautiful he thinks I am, and if I had said the same thing to him, he would take it as a compliment, and…

Fundamental difference between me and The Man: He is content to take things at face value. I overthink everything.

Another fundamental difference: When I give a compliment, there is no question as to whether or not it’s really a compliment.

Lest you all think I’m just picky, it’s not the first time my husband has given such a compliment. And after today, I said to him, “That was kind of a half-assed compliment!” To which he replied, “It totally didn’t come out like I meant it.”

Isn’t married life grand?

The Moral of the Story: I’m hot. He thinks so too.