Ladies, did you ever wonder what’s going through your man’s mind? Why he’s making those little grunting noises while he dreams? When you’re sitting on the couch, and you’ve just bared your soul, told him all about, well, I don’t know what, I wasn’t listening, but I assume it was something about cupcakes and shoes and biological clocks and labrador retrievers and any potential funhouse mirror effect a pair of pants might have on your nether regions — when you turn to him and say, “Whatcha thinkin’?”, did you ever really want to know what’s going on in there, or were you just asking?
Because this is more-or-less what he’s thinking. All the time. At your aunt’s funeral, at the dinner table, while you’re making bouncy-bouncy — the whole lot.