Tuesday, August 6, 2013

The Wood Glue Incident-Part 2

Many of you are familiar with the wood glue story.  If you’re not, read it now so this makes sense.  Go ahead.  I’ll wait.

Well, today I am going to tell you part two of that story.

After I posted that story to Facebook, I got an overwhelming number of comments. My husband shared the story on his page as well.  His cousin commented and dubbed him with a nickname that has stuck ever since (pardon the pun), but I’ll get back to that in a minute.

For now, I am going to fast-forward from the day of the wood glue incident to about a month later.

Eric and I had just gotten new iPhones.  It was the year that Siri came out and everyone spent their first few hours with their phone asking it thought provoking questions such as “Siri, can you make me a sandwich?” or “Siri, do you have a penis.”  And yes, by people I mean me.  Although I had help.  I was visiting Ann and her husband in Dallas the day after I got the phone and together we brainstormed all sorts of wonderful things to ask Siri.  After we exhausted all the questions, it dawned on me that since my phone was linked to Eric’s I could change what Siri called him.  Instead of “Eric, I have found four locations fairly close to you,”, I could change it to say “Butthead, let me look into that” or whatever else I came up with it.

Enter the nickname I mentioned earlier.  It was brilliant.  I would change his phone and wait for his call from work to tell me about how Siri called him this perfect nickname name in front of his colleagues while he was showing off his new phone.

The problem was it never worked.  I waited with excitement every time he used Siri to ask it directions or look up a phone number, but it never replied with the new name.  After about a month I gave up and assumed it just didn’t work the way I thought it would.

Around this time, we went to visit with our financial consultant.  We met this consultant through some friends of ours that we know from Eric’s residency.  Our friend goes to church with him so we had met him and his family a few times at various barbeques and kid’s parties.  Eric and I do not go to church and you’re about to see why.

After we finished up with the business side of things, Eric started showing off his new phone.  He was demonstrating how Siri worked and asked it to look up something or another.  What he asked, I don’t remember, but I do remember the reply.

“I didn’t quite get that, Dr. Sticky Nipples.”

It was at this point I jumped out of my chair and yelled “YES!”.   I did some proud fist-pumping and perhaps a victory dance.  Eric’s mouth literally hung open as he looked at me to ask, “Did you do that?”
Meanwhile, our consultant just looked shocked and perhaps a bit disturbed.  Eric tried to explain.

“No, really it’s a funny story…”
“That’s ok.  I don’t want to know.”
“It’s nothing kinky.  Last month…
“No…that’s ok.

We invited him and his family to our son’s birthday party shortly after this but he never responded.  I can’t imagine why.


  1. Ahhh, the ol' Dr. Sticky Nipples trick. I love it when a plan comes together.