Ur So Gay...

During our 12-hour Jersey-to-Georgia drive last Friday we heard Katy Perry's song "Ur So Gay" on XM radio's XMU. The entire first line of the chorus, "You're so gay and you don't even like boys" quickly became my newest catch phrase. I managed to use the line on my husband three times in a 24-hour period.

My husband found himself on the receiving end of such a musical insult when he became obsessed with handcream he found-- ostensibly for me-- in a clearance bin. He was blown away by the "sliminess." He'd put it on several times a day and jokingly say, "Look at me, I'm moisturizing. My skin is so soft and supple." To which I would reply, "You're so gay and you don't even like boys."

This back and forth continued until Sunday afternoon when he took the time to read the back of the tube. The words "control your frizz" made him suspicious.

Turns out he spent two days rubbing hair conditioner on his hands...and face...and cell phone. I didn't even want to know where else it was applied. (At one point, he proclaimed that, "It's like Armor All for personal communication devices!")

So, it appears my husband isn't gay after all. He's not even a metrosexual. He's just a big dopey guy who doesn't know the difference between hand lotion and hair conditioner.

I am so relieved.




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