Disliking a Face

So I got too much sun yesterday, and my face hurts now. I have stayed inside all day, scanning black-and-white negatives from the photos I took yesterday and crying silently on the inside. But it's not my face that we're talking about here.

Mrs. Wiggy bought me Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies, for which, bless her.

We each ate one, which was a lovely thing, sick or not.

Then she turned on the TV and we were watching HGTV, which is pretty much what we do. That or the Food Channel. People cooking or people building stuff.

The host of some fix-it TV show came on and my wife remarked,

"He's so ugly."

"What?"

"He's so ugly. I think he's ugly."

"What don't you like about him, his face?"

"No, his face is fine. I just don't like his eyes, ears, and nose."

"That's pretty much his whole face."

"No, I didn't say his mouth."

"Oh. You like his mouth?"

"No."

I have no idea what my wife and I talk about sometimes. Ladies - this is why we nod and say "Uh-huh" in a disinterested way from time to time. But we still love you. Especially when you bring us Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies.

Another word to bring back from the dead - irked. Now that's a fun word. I'm so irked.

Argle-Bargle.

Wiggy