Last night, as we sat at the table just chatting.
Conversational snippet as follows:
My husband asked me if I had made him a sandwich for lunch.
"Yes, I sure did."
"Really you did," he clarified.
He looked to Saenz and said, "I like my sandwichs like I like my women, Plain Jane."
(HEAD WHIPLASHES UP HERE.)
ROFLMBOH! WHAT? I AM 'Plain Jane?'
So I asked hubby to explain to Saenz what 'Plain Jane' meant.
He told Saenz with a sandwich is just meat, cheese, on bread, no mayo and such.
I asked my husband to explain what the term Plain Jane meant concerning women. My husband just smiled and said, 'No Way.'
I am going to remember his 'Plain Jane' comment as a compliment. Since, I am truly a no frills kinda girl. Yes, back in my salad days -- I would primp and preen to get attention or feel good about myself. However, as I am nearing my 44th birthday -- I am happy in my own skin.
unmanicured fingernails trimmed - super short
less muscle tone
my facial road map showing
no jewelry, makeup, perfume, heels
I would much rather get my hands dirty working with my husband than spend time attempting the illusion of youth.
So, Ladies and Gentlemen
I stand before you,
PLAIN JANE -- Mal