Another random conversation with Didgeridoo Boy...

Yesterday, a pair of shoes I ordered arrived - slightly platformed, high-heeled, black, seventiesesque pieces of perfection that I am chomping at the fashion bit to wear. I'll stop. Anyway, they arrived, and I presented them to Didgeridoo Boy. He stared.

Didge: "Where are you going to wear these?"

GKG: "Well, contrary to what you seem to believe, I enjoy going out. They're going to be perfect with...." (I set about describing various pairs of jeans, maxi dresses, and so forth.)

He stared at the shoes some more.

Didge: "You're going to wear them with what?"

GKG: "Those can be worn with all sorts of things. Like......" (I began to channel Rachel Zoe.)

He stared at the shoes even more, and began to wiggle in place with one eyebrow cocked up.

GKG: "You don't like them?"

Didge: "Well, they're cool, but we don't go to the opera that often."

GKG: "Those are not formal."

Didge: "Whatever you say...."

GKG: "I would not wear those to the opera. Those are casual to smart casual. Look at the finish and the styling."

Have you ever been presented with a blank stare so void you thought the brain of the person presenting it had just imploded? That's Didge in that moment.

GKG: "Really. You know what all of that means, don't you? Casual? Smart casual?"

Didge: "Schinkendoogle."

GKG: "I give up. They're not formal. And I would not (effing) wear those to the opera."

Didge: "Schneee! Schnighosen!"

GKG: "Dammit."

Didge: "Goin' to the operuhhhhhh....... SCHNOO!"

GKG: "Schnutup." (I did not mean to say it that way, but I'm ever so glad I did.)

It's pointless, really, isn't it? I should stop planning how to explain all of this to him via a Keynote slideshow, shouldn't I? That would be an utter waste of my time, wouldn't it?