Monday Miscellany

Don't hate. This is how much Boo loves me:

Last night we were on the couch, watching the D*enise R*ichards show (again, don't hate!) and he rubbed against my foot. He said, "Dude, you need a pumice stone." I cracked up. First, that he knew what a pumice stone was, and second, that he knew what it was for. Now, I'm sure a lot of people would be offended if their significant other pointed out that their heels were nasty, but no, not me. That's the kind of relationship we have. heh

This is also how much he loves me. A couple of weeks ago, we went to Tarzhay. We were walking through the parking lot and we heard, "Boo?(really not his name - really)" And this guy starts screaming at Boo - Hi! What are you doing here? blah blah blah
Boo whispers to me to hold my bag up over the hoots. Without question, I do. The guy (who was actually the cart collector guy) runs over to us and says, "Hey! Is that your wife or your girlfriend?" and laughs this dorky, laugh. Boo says, "Jimmy, this is my wife. And don't ever say that shit to me again." Jimmy, unfazed, happily agrees and goes on collecting carts. I turn to Boo and am all WTF? Apparently, Jimmy also works part time for one of the other car guys Boo knows and he's a little impaired. As in, he'll say anything to anyone at any time. He's also a major boob watcher. As in, he'll check out some hoots and then make loud, obnoxious comments about them. So my beloved Boo was just trying to protect the boobs. And Jimmy's junk, since if he would've said something to me, I would've kicked him, you know, in the junk. Take that, Jimmy.