A little background - when I came home today, my hair had taken a turn for the worse and was hanging across my face. I don't like anything touching my face, so I wandered around the downstairs looking for a hair clip. No luck. I grabbed up a random kitchen clip magnet and took care of the situation. (I'm not going to dwell on how lazy I am and how easy it would be to go upstairs and GET a clip)
-Ron comes home. We greet each other, sit on the couch, watch some television, discuss our day. Finally, I give up and say, "It's been half an hour and no comment from you about the fact that I have a chip clip in my hair." He looks up at me for a second - expressionless - and replies, "Well, I've seen so many strange things over the years...."
Well played, dear. Well played.
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