
My life is getting in the way of my blogging. I apologize for the dead fish Wil.
So! Let's begin today's post!
I see human intelligence like a multi-tiered cake. (four tiers). Each tier has a ratio of people to level of intelligence. With each ascending layer, there are fewer people but more intelligence.
In the bottom layer, there is a multitude, nay, a critical mass of yokels, God's special people and Brett Favre. The next layer contains college graduates and owners of small successful businesses. The top layers include Einstein and the Steven Hawkins types. mmmhhhhhmmmm caaakkkeee......
On a good day, when I am rested, and the kids have not busted my brain to bits, I am in the third layer. Most days however, I am the second layer, near the top. Which is good. I don't want to be in the forth layer. Ever.
That being said, with a bit more intelligence that a yokel, yet not on the Einstein level, I lack a large amount of social judgement.
Basically I have a hard time figuring out what is normal and what is just odd.
CASE IN POINT:
Whilst looking through the photos on my husband's cell, I found a few of me. Only- I wasn't aware he had taken them. They were shots of me, um, well, there were naughty shots. Shots of cleavage, shots of me bending over, shots of my tush . .
They were taken while we were out and about with the kids. Whilst wearing my white latex dress.
Just kidding there folks. That's not my kid.
They were funny because I am so oblivious. I had no idea he had taken them. And there were only a few. Not like reams and reams or anything. But, they are undeniably naughty.
It's weird to think my husband takes peeping tom shots of me. He hasn't hidden them, I mean, he knows I look through his cell phone photos and could have easily hidden them from me. So!
YOU MAKE THE CALL!
Is this creepy husband behavior, er no?
Leave your call in the comments :)
Next on YOU make the call: Is this video sexist, er no?
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
YOU make the call: Creepy husband behavior, er no?
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