Earlier today, we got an e-mail from a friend of ours, asking us to reply to her to answer the question, “How would you describe me in one word?” That sparked this conversation with Nichelle:
Doug: So, how would you describe me in one word?
Doug: After elminating the sarcastic response, that is.
Nichelle: Hmm
Nichelle: Several come to mind, but I would have to say, “determined.”
Doug: That’s just stubborn with a polite twist.
Nichelle: Wow, you caught that really fast!
Doug: Weaselette.
Proverbs 21:9: “It is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house.”
Describe Doug in one word… “Geek”
(but not as geeky as me!)
This has already been established
In case you’re wondering, my one-word description of Nichelle is beautiful. There is a vast depth to the word.
Doug, are you trying to dig yourself out of a hole after the “Weaselette” comment?
PS Beth’s word for Nichelle is “lovely”
I wish to invoke my rights under the Fifth Amendment of the Constitution.
Lovely—that’s good, too.
You know, Doug, with you invoking your rights, really doesn’t help your case either…oh, and I’m glad you think that “lovely” is good too. 😛
I’m just pleased no-one (especially Nichelle) has criticized me for my use of Proverbs 21:9.
The hard thing for me is this: How can I actually criticize my spouse for using such a verse without sounding like the woman in the verse? Hmmm? Any ideas?
This morning I awoke hungry. Normally I wait until I get to work to eat a bagel with peanut butter, but I was so hungry I grabbed a box of Raisin Bran Crunch from the pantry, and munched a few handfuls out of the box.
When I was done, I carefully closed the inner bag and the box, and put the box down on the kitchen counter.
Nichelle asked me, “Are you done eating?”
I puzzled over this one, my sleep-deprived brain barely able to discern that there were several possible implications in her words. Was she asking if I would be having my bagel at work? Was she wondering if I would eat more cereal (perhaps with milk this time) at home? Was she interested in having some cereal of her own?
“Am I done eating?” I asked, parroting the question while desperately grasping for its significance.
Then she gave me the look, and it struck me that she was trying to direct me to put the cereal box back in the pantry.
Women’s speech can be so enigmatic at times!
All of that reasoning that Doug mentioned only lasted one minute, if that. He did catch on, and he actually put the cereal back in the pantry … where he got it from, too, no less.
Ladies, the look does work wonders. LOL
Doug,
FYI: in case of a possible future need, “classy” is also prime.
Ironically, I was thinking about classy last week. When my dentist first met Nichelle (I worked in the office across from his), he stopped by and asked, “Where did you meet her?”
“Church,” was my answer.
“She’s too classy for you!” he observed.
One of the external things that attracted me to Nichelle is that she could wear denim and make it look fancy.
I think she shoulda left it at “Hmmmmm.”