For dinner yesterday I cooked salsa chicken in the
crockpot. I also had a list of things to
do after dinner, including buying a rug for the office and potting soil for the
tomato plants. I needed my husband to
go along on that shopping trip, so he could carry heavy things for me.
He came home, and said, “What’s for dinner?” He looked in the crock pot, and said
cheerfully, “Oh, goody! It’s budgerigar
stew!”
Let’s all say it together:
BUJ-eh-ree-gar.
I thought, Uh oh, he’s
in that weird off-the-wall kind of mood.
I focused on my question. “After
dinner, would you please go with me to Lowe’s [the ‘home improvement store] to
pick up a few things I need?”
His response took us into the realm of Very Weird. He said, “You mean, like bras, and
things?”
Clearly his thoughts were moving in a different direction
than mine. Or he was focused on “Things
that begin with the letter B.”
Me, taken aback: “Bras?! At Lowe’s?”
Husband: “Yeah.
You know, bras for the outdoors.
Outdoor project bras.”
Me, baffled:
“Outdoor bras? You mean gardening
bras? Camping bras?”
Husband: “Yes.
There is an unmet need for such merchandise.”
I got a piece of paper and jotted down “outdoor bras” and
“unmet need”, because I already knew that you, Dear Reader, would want to know
about this conversation. Then we sat down to dinner. For once, all five of us were there. I put the salsa chicken and the rice on the
table. We asked God’s blessing on the food.
Perhaps if we had asked for the Almighty’s approval of the conversation,
the discussion might have gone differently.
Husband, still in a
jolly mood: “Please pass the
budgerigar.”
Older Daughter: “What?!
Budgerigar?”
Me: “Dad means the chicken.”
Younger Daughter: “What is a budgerigar?”
Me: “It’s
a small Australian songbird, I believe.”
Son: “We’re
eating songbird for dinner?”
Me: “NO.
It is CHICKEN.”
Younger Daughter saw the note I had jotted down, and said,
“What’s that?” I showed her, but said, “Please
don’t read this out loud.” Which of
course, meant that she did read it out loud.
So the topic of outdoor bras came up again, right there at the
dinner table. Even though two of my kids
now count as legal adults, we are still not ready to dine with the queen. It is
unlikely that the queen wishes to discuss technological advancements in ladies’
underwear at dinner.
The kids started in to discuss product development.
Older Daughter: A camping bra is a good idea. It could be a place to store your camping
equipment. Or – how about this! A bug spray bra!
Son: It could be
designed to slowly exude the bug spray at regular intervals.
Younger Daughter: You could design it to have special slots for
cookies!
Older Daughter: Or you could store water in it, and have a
straw, for easy rehydration!
Me: That’s ridiculous.
However, at that very
moment, I was thinking of that well-known merchandise: the Beer Hat With Straw.
Husband: I heard
that they are making clothes that will take the energy generated by walking around, and the clothes will store up that energy. You could store your hiking energy in your
clothes, and use it to power your flashlight at night.
Older Daughter: The clothes could store up the energy and
then at night, the clothes themselves would glow. No need
for a flashlight!
The ideas continued to flow, but I did not contribute. I was
thinking of what I had learned from that highly reliable source of information,
the NPR show Wait, Wait! Don’t Tell Me,
about energy generation and bras. I did
not dare share this with the family.
* * * * * * *
What technological advancements do you wish would come with
your next clothing purchase?
4 comments:
I'm pretty sure the queen wears a bra, and that at some point in her life, she must have discussed bras. Or at least said the word out loud.
I'm wondering if she'd prefer the bug spray version or the cookie one.
You are right, Alison. I mostly meant that the Queen would not want to discuss it at dinner (I have amended post).
I would think the queen would prefer cookies. Does she even come into contact with bugs? If it's the British queen, it would be a biscuit bra.
I imagine the Queen would like a bra that repelled midges. They are worse than mosquitoes, and if you live in Britain and ever go outside, you'll come into contact with them.
Personally, I want the bra that stores energy and then gives it back to me when I'm tired :-)
I just… I… I have these mental images of my boobs exuding light at night… or spraying things a la the water bra episode from Will & Grace… or… Ohhhh the tears. I'm laughing too hard. These technological advancements are not going to help the feminist cause, I'm quite sure.
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