rootofnewt | (no subject)

My husband throws a fit if I want to watch The Flying Nun. He has a violent reaction when he sees a nun wearing a cornette. It *really* does upset him in some amusing, but visceral, way. So I can't watch the show when he's awake. And if I switch to it after he gets up to go to bed and he comes back in to kiss me, he makes a big show of catching me with my guilty pleasure.

So I got even.

He always wonders what I do after he goes to bed. Now he knows.

The silly thing is, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a nun. I hadn't seen The Flying Nun, but I'd seen pictures of other orders of nuns who wore cornettes and I wanted to be one because I thought it was a nifty headdress. Sure, it's a way to remind women of their vanity, a way to put "blinders" on us, so to speak, but I really, really wanted one and I was so upset that I was neither sufficiently virtuous nor sufficiently Roman Catholic to be a nun with horns.

*sigh*

I threaten to make myself a cornette from time to time... use polka dot fabric. And boy freaks out every single time.

I might just have to make a cornette one of these nights.