I feel like we ladies think we make sense most of the time. . .because we DO in our own scheme of things. But I’m not sure it’s the same frequency as the rest of the planet at times.
My husband might agree… In fact, this scene from The Wolf of Wall Street is a prime example of how we explain without adding in all the details we already know. If the receiving party is either A.) not a woman or B.) fully up to speed on what’s going on and doesn’t need the details, then they aren’t going to have any idea what you are talking about. Somehow, though. . .I still leave things out.
Because that’s my wavelength! It makes so much sense to me that the non-essential (on my planet, you understand) gets omitted. Just. Like. That.
This cartoon is positively precious, especially the famously gentle Ghost’s facial expression at the end. . .
Cartoon it may be (I used to play Casper, Disney Halloween, and other slides in my View Master as a kid), I related completely. . .
Much like the sweet white sprite, I hate – yes, I dare even say vehemently hate – “mean.” “MEAN” for me is an ultimate last resort. (I’m betting Casper is on board with “mean what you say, say what you mean, don’t say it mean” wagon too.)
Of course he’s as adorable as can be, bowled over by the initial effect just as much as when he surprisedly sprouts an impossibly cute tail. But…the face at the end was a relatable laugh-out-loud. It’s more of a sneaky look than anything else, and I feel like I unconsciously get that look from time to time…
Maybe it’s that I absconded with some vegetables and got away with it. Maybe I thought of something silly and fun to make a loved one laugh… Whatever the case may be, it’s a deliciously diabolical smirk he’s got going on, and I’m pretty sure I do that at times myself (save to say, I’m not remotely as adorable as this lil’ devil!)