A Cave Man Moment

Visualize...


I walked into the living room and something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. "No, coulnd't be," I thought to myself. "That couldn't be my husband beating up a rug." I turned to look one more time. "It IS my husband beating up the rug!!!" (in case you're wondering...the rug was rolled up and laying across the couch because it I had just brought it in from outside where it was drying from getting a thorough clean job yesterday.)

"Honey, why...???...are...you...hitting the rug? What did that rug ever do to you???!!!"

"Oh, I'm just having a cave man moment."

"Oh. Carry on then." I walked away with a puzzled, but "whatever" look on my face. "I think we should just let him be, girls."

A few minutes later...

"So, can I ask, what's a cave man moment exactly?"

"Well, I hit my head on the cabinet and that gave me the need to hit something."

"Oh, I get it...like...ME CAVEMAN...ME HAVE PAIN IN HEAD...MUST GIVE SOMETHING ELSE PAIN IN HEAD!!!"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Why are you holding your hand funny? Did you hurt it while you were hitting, I mean beating up the rug?"

"Yeah." Cave man doubles over in pain. "Must go hit something else for my pain in hand."

"Hey, there's another rug that needs to be shaken and beat outside. Will that work?"

Men!!!

I mean Cave men!!!