Let the record show that The Pony and I don't always see eye to eye. However, he is mostly willing to have a discussion, or perhaps a debate, as we fling facts back and forth. We can both come out victorious, because if you look hard enough, you can generally find facts to support either side of an issue.
Anyhoo... it may come as a surprise to you that Mrs. HM does not like to wear a mask. Sorry. I should have warned you to sit down before mentioning that. Hope you've all regained consciousness by now.
The only two things that can entice me to strap on a mask are a visit to the doctor, where it's mandatory, or a trip to the casino, which has recently mandated masks due to a county ordinance. Every time I've worn a mask, I got a severe headache about 3 hours later. I tried to attribute the casino headache to a delay of my caffeine fix, or the smoke. But it's happened every time I wore the mask. I figure it's from breathing back my own mouth bacteria. I also had a sore throat. Not PAINFUL sore, but swelled-up, puffy, hard to swallow sore.
Anyhoo... that's just an explanation of my peccadillo. Not telling anyone else what to do.
The Pony has recently become a mask aficionado. Back in Norman, when everything was closed down in April, he didn't wear one. I even had to caution him to tie on a bandana or scarf to go buy some cough medicine and ibuprofen when he had a cold. Now, however, when the Devil's Playground started the mandatory masking (since changed to strongly suggested masking), The Pony jumped on the bandwagon. I daresay he might sleep in it, and shower in it, and float around in Poolio while wearing his beak. Which is what we call his mask, it having that shape, being a bright green one sent to Farmer H by his health insurance.
Anyhoo... that's just to explain The Pony's current peccadillo.
Now we'll get to the point. Friday evening, The Pony was leaning over the back of the short couch with his phone, while running his nightly bathwater.
"Here, Mom. You need to see this."
The Pony snickered. I did, too.
"Wait a minute. YOU think it's funny?"
"Did you READ IT?"
The Pony must not have believed me. He read it out loud.
"Get it? It's like YOU, Mom. You know it's dangerous, but you're licking a rat."
"Oh. THAT'S what it is? I thought it was people like you, with RATS STRAPPED TO THEIR FACE!"
Tomato, tomahto. We both used it to fit our agenda.