Does Husbands "R" Us Give Refunds? --"You Look Fine, Let's Just Go..."

Some women have husbands who shower them with compliments, and swoon with sweet adoration when their lovely wives walk into the room. Some women have spouses who tell them that their beauty is unsurpassed. Not my husband. The best I can ever get out of him is: “You look fine, let’s just go...”

It doesn’t even matter whether I’ve actually asked him if I look okay or not before we’re going out somewhere; if he’s decided that I’m taking too long, or if I tell him I’ve got to change my clothes, I’ll get the old Tim standby of: “You look fine, let’s just go…” I honestly figure that if I rolled in a hog pen, and then electrified my hair, I’d still get the same response.

Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but it would be nice--once in a great while--to acquire accolades on my adorable, angelic appearance. Okay, perhaps I don’t always live up to that standard and quite frankly, sometimes I have been known to look like Grunge Girl for the better part of a weekend; but still…

Basically the only other “compliment” I get from him—on very rare occasions—is even worse yet; it’s the kiss of death, otherwise known as, “You look good today!” spoken with stark emphasis on the word “today”, as if it’s some extraordinary event. He delivers this in the same manner in which someone might proclaim, “I saw a flying saucer today!” Even his face wears an expression of great astonishment when he speaks those words.

If I call him on the subject, he snickers and finds it all quite amusing. I truly think that if he told me, “You look beautiful”—not in a Christmas-is-coming-and-I-want-something-really-good-so-I’m-going-to-butter-you-up kind of a way, but in an all-out proclamation, said with so much love that hearts were coming out of his eyes, I believe I’d up and die from shock. But don’t tell him that last tidbit of information—he just might try the aforementioned utterance to see if it works out for him.