My husband is cute. Physically, verbally, romantically. He’s also delightfully ignorant of many common expressions. My son and I love to recite movie quotes when joking around or making an insider reference. When we mention something is so good it goes all the way to eleven (Spinal Tap reference), my husband looks at me with confusion.
“Never mind, honey.”
He has viewed Spinal Tap with me, but those catch phrases just don’t stick with him. Last Saturday the two of us watched the National Champion Lynx Women’s basketball team play at Target Center in Minneapolis. The Lynx had a rare loss and one of the players walked off the floor crying.
“There’s no crying in basketball!” I said. (A League of Their Own reference.)
My husband just frowned at me as though I had turned completely insensitive. Sigh.
About two days ago he asked me when people started using the expression, “My Bad.”
I told him I remembered hearing it when I played recreational volleyball back in the 1980’s. I didn’t like it then because it seemed like a cheesy excuse for an apology, but now it’s just part of the language.
“Since the ’80’s? Why am I only hearing it now?” he asked. I shrugged an understanding wife who doesn’t want to tell her beloved husband he often misses catch phrases kind of shrug.
Recently I wrote a blog titled “Hot Women.” I meant it very tongue in cheek as it was about a gathering of mature women, on an extremely hot night, to talk about menopause and hot flashes. It was, you might say, a hot topic. To my surprise I received all kinds of spam from websites offering to sell sex enhancement products. I gave myself an imaginary head slap. It never occurred to me that my title would imply, well, hot women of the naked and horny sort.
So there you have it. Sometimes I miss important catch phrases too. On the scale of oopses, it was an eleven. My bad!