Gas Giant: UPDATED

Maybe a little disclaimer before I tell this story and post the accompanying picture (which I made myself because I'm an artiste...also because I don't know how to properly credit photos on this website and I want us to be legal-beagles here).

I am not a scientist. I do not even play one on tv. I look up at the sky and I think "ooh pretty". So most of the "facts" in this picture are probably wrong. Amen. The End. 10-4 Good Buddy.

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So anyway, last weekend the moon was going to be in a crescent shape and was going to be perfectly lined up with Venus and Jupiter. I am looking at a very nice picture of this on the internet. I say to The Viking, "Look how pretty!" He very sweetly says, "yes, reminds me of you". I smile sweetly and think "oh man, he is such a keeper".

But then...*sigh*...THEN he kept talking. "Oops", he says, giggling nervously, "I just realized I compared you to a planet. YOU remind me of a planet babe. YOU REMIND ME OF A GAS GIANT".

We're coming up on 10 years of marriage...10 long years of marriage...here in a few months, and sometimes I think I will never get that man. He was totally in the clear. I thought he was being sweet. He thought he was calling me a gas giant. Apparently men really are from Mars and women really are Gas Giants.

UPDATE: I showed this picture to Mike...who promptly informed me "you drew stars, and we were talking about planets". There is about to be a serious domestic incident y'all.