Heard in the crew's lounge...

As a prelude to this - a few things to explain.
#1 - I love my wife dearly. My wife and I relate on many levels. But I often do not understand my wife - and for this I am grateful. For centuries men have lamented not understanding women - if we did, wouldn't life be boring? I like that there is still mystery and wonder even after these years.

#2 - Our conversations, particularly once the wee minions have gone to bed, run across an incredible gamut of subjects, often with topics bouncing convoluted leaps from one to another as we read things on our separate computers, discuss the day, share thoughts and answer each other. There are times a flow chart would help bystanders. So, this is just one night in particular. Just sayin'.

#3 - I am only allowed limited input into what my wife wears, and don't often buy her clothing - per her choice, not mine. Apparently, my taste in clothes runs a bit more "sultry/revealing" than what she would choose... So, I'm allowed to buy t-shirts and the like - but blouses, skirts etc. are strictly off limits.

Trust me, those all have a point.

So anyway - the other night, somehow during our discussions and my web searches I got onto a site that had a "steampunk kilt skirt" which I thought looked neat. To which of course she wanted to look at the link:

"Ugh! Go figure - why is it when they label it "steampunk" that it has to be all slutty and everything? All cut short and tacky."  Now, keep in mind that this particular skirt/kilt was knee length and to my eye at least nothing but proper. So, I shake my head and we have some brief banter back and forth on the topic and why I like the kilt & she doesn't.

While all this is going on my internet-wandering is continuing of course, and I end up on another kilt site. I then make a comment about some micro-skirt-kilts they have while trying to find her family tartan amongst them. I also laughingly make the comment about it being a waste of my time even looking. Again, of course, she requests the link.

"Oh those are cool! Do they have my tartan?"

Right about here my head is spinning in confusion & I look at her asking "OK, the first one I showed you was knee-length and you said it was "too slutty" - these things barely meet our daughter's definition of a skirt (covers the panties,) but somehow they're fine?"

"Duh! They're in a tartan!" said with the same disdain and emphasis on my lack - of - clue that you'd use on someone arguing about water being wet. As if it's completely obvious that the pattern alone allows for a much greater overall fabric measurement.

So - I shook my head, smiled, and dreamed of a purchase... No, I don't always understand her - but it's great being able to smile in wonder. I am a blessed man.