Sunday, February 1, 2009
Ugly mug ball
I like my lovely wife's face. I think Aimee has a pleasant face, nice to look at, with that German-American farm girl apple-cheek thing going on.
So when she wants to upset me, she pulls a face like this, by rolling her eyeballs up inside her skull. I hate it. It makes me very unhappy. It makes her, on the other hand, quite happy to see me unhappy.
She sent this snap to me so that I would see it when I opened my email. Yuch! She got rammed by Abraram the ram the other day and is all bruised up, so I will tolerate her tricks for the sake of sympathy.
Not to be outdone, however, coming back from a hike with the dogz, I made to kiss her with the ice still on my face. She didn't like that much. Touch of her own medicine.
Our hairy beards must be to help us Yorkshire Vikings survive the cold weather. Imagine what ice like this could do to your bare skin! My beard is particularly thick and hard to manage.
Good. With weather like this I need all the protection I can get.