I know. Outside the obvious, you think I couldn’t possibly have anything in common with her but we, my folks, are sisters in the rough. We’ve been down in the trenches and know the deal. Now, it’s not something we readily admit. It’s just too hard.
You see, I caught the recorded version of the last presidential debate on Tuesday. I don’t know about you but I saw a different Mittens Romney. If I squinted my eye and held my head just so, I’d have thought there was only one man in that debate. I have to give Mittens his props, folks. I feel kinda on the dumb side when I can’t contribute to a conversation, which is a very humbling experience. I imagine this was the case for Mittens. And typically, I shut up when I don’t know what I’m talking about but I don’t reckon that works well in a debate. Though, you wanna know what I have in common with Annie, not a summarization of the debate. So, let me lay it out.
Now, this won’t embarrass Then Husband should he happen upon this post. He’s come full circle with the realization that he sucked at playing basketball. I pray to the Most High that he’s finally given up. Be patient now, ’cause this story’s gonna come full circle too, okay?
See, it was when he was stationed in Texas and in the army that he called himself gonna join up with the little team his company had. They competed against other companies and it was a nice little outing for our young selves with no money. Of course, that’s not the commonality between Annie and me. Stay on the ride and we’ll get to my destination, alright?
Well, I’d haul Mr Boy, who was then a baby, to the game to watch his daddy play. Watching his daddy play didn’t have the same effect on him as it did for me. There I’d be sitting in the stand and folk would get to groaning when a team member threw the ball to Then Husband. And to be honest, I’d go “Oh, shit” to my damn self. I just knew that ball wouldn’t be scoring points with his hands on it. Folk didn’t know Then Husband was mine and truth be told, I didn’t want them knowing either. Hell, he was out there making a spectacle of the whole damn family. I got to where I didn’t want to go to the games anymore but I kept going. You know, you can’t out and out tell your spouse he’d be better off watching the game than playing. Which brings me to Annie’s situation.
Was it just me who gathered that Mittens didn’t present himself as knowing anything about foreign policy? He totally brushed off that moderator’s what if question and not in a smoothe way. Same way Then Husband handled the basketball. I know Annie must’ve bit her lip and squirmed as much as I did in the stand when a question was thrown at her husband. You see, we know when our men don’t know shit. Or how to handle a ball, in my case. We just can’t say it out loud. We stand by them no matter if they keep putting their foot in their mouth or whether it seems they’re the only ones blindfolded on the basketball court.
You see the connection now?…I do declare, folks. I just had a beautiful thought…I think Annie and I could console one another if I let her take me shopping. I’d like that as much as she would.