(Ratchet and friend )
( Me, the under reactor, and Dandy)
Then, as an afterthought, Jamey looks at his hand and says to himself "Yep, that seems to have done the trick." Well, this is of course where I look up from my battered french fries and mutter through greasy lips "What?" with little or no enthusiasm. So he lays out his giant manly paw and says "I fixed my nail." Ok, I'm confused. And I say as much, so he continues. " Well remember the other day when I said my fingernail got torn a little and it went to the quick?" "Sure, sure," I say wondering why we are talking about fingernails. "Well, I fixed it and it doesn't hurt anymore." "OK. But I don't see what you are talking about. You're nails look fine." Then to myself "gee you'd think he had a hernia or something bringing up his nail again." And then the surprise. "That's because I put a fake nail on it." he says with the same lack of affect as before. "WHAT?" I ask for clarity. "WHERE?" "Right here." He says showing me his hand again. "I CAN'T SEE IT!!!" I say now with disbelief and increasing inquiry.
And there it was on his ring finger. I still couldn't tell it was fake, just that it was a hair longer than the others. It looked absolutely congenital, like he was born with Sally Hanson's on!!! I absolutely guffawed as I imagined how that thing got on his nail without me having ANY part of it!! I sat there laughing at him as I imagined the shopping involved in the process. Then I moved on to the skillful sizing and trimming he obviously had done and then to the gluing and the clear coat of paint that was on all of his nails and I laughed some more! How does he manage to be so understated even as he dabbles in cross dressing????
OH MY I needed that little surprise. When I asked how he possibly got a set of fingernails big enough to fit his manly proportions, he just said "It's a thumb, so I have two that fit." You know. Just when you think you're aware of what's going on in your house......surprise, surprise.
And so I've decided to coin the term "Relationally understated" as a descriptive for my husbands type of personality. He has got the quiet physical comedy down and half the time it seems purely accidental. Don't even get me started on the "neighbors slide incident" that story is for another time and place!
Do you know someone like this? If so please feel free to use this terminology next time you speak of their drama inducing delivery. It is the equal and exact opposite of the way I'm wired and so I find it quite entertaining. It's clearly an art form. Or maybe it's science. I still don't know.