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While the Captain is off doing Army things, I've been hanging out with Sarah (who's hubby is also off doing Army things but on a different continent).
This generally entails wandering through Wal-Mart several times a week, and eating lunch or dinner somewhere. Or, on days when we're shopping a lot, lunch And dinner.
As of late I've been noticing that we're getting some rather strange looks while we eat. At first it was just me looking up to catch some random old fart giving us the eye, but now it's getting... weird. Like Twilight Zone weird.
We keep all our obscene conversations down to a dull roar, we're not picking our noses at the table, no flashing the boobs at the waiter... so WTF?
See, it only happens when I'm wearing heels, a skirt and one of those "Why yes, these are real, thanks for looking" bras (my uniform of late as I'm in the midst of one of those self-confidence boosting makeover things - also, obviously, there is a shirt involved as well, before anyone starts going "Well, THERE is your problem") and Sarah shows up in jeans and a t-shirt or something made out of flannel.
Today, after a random wolf whistle at Taco Bell for a ten pm food run, we think we've figured it out.
Obviously people assume we're lesbians.
Spiffy, equal-rights-demanding lesbians, I'm hoping - since we're both wearing wedding rings.
And now I want a shirt that says "My girlfriend can beat up your boyfriend".
This generally entails wandering through Wal-Mart several times a week, and eating lunch or dinner somewhere. Or, on days when we're shopping a lot, lunch And dinner.
As of late I've been noticing that we're getting some rather strange looks while we eat. At first it was just me looking up to catch some random old fart giving us the eye, but now it's getting... weird. Like Twilight Zone weird.
We keep all our obscene conversations down to a dull roar, we're not picking our noses at the table, no flashing the boobs at the waiter... so WTF?
See, it only happens when I'm wearing heels, a skirt and one of those "Why yes, these are real, thanks for looking" bras (my uniform of late as I'm in the midst of one of those self-confidence boosting makeover things - also, obviously, there is a shirt involved as well, before anyone starts going "Well, THERE is your problem") and Sarah shows up in jeans and a t-shirt or something made out of flannel.
Today, after a random wolf whistle at Taco Bell for a ten pm food run, we think we've figured it out.
Obviously people assume we're lesbians.
Spiffy, equal-rights-demanding lesbians, I'm hoping - since we're both wearing wedding rings.
And now I want a shirt that says "My girlfriend can beat up your boyfriend".
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