There are times when I think I could start a new weekly series entitled, Things My Husband Says to Me, because sometimes, well, sometimes he says some really, really funny things.
Like over the weekend when I mentioned that I desperately need to get my haircut (its been since *gasp* June, people, June) and that I don't know how much longer I can go without color. I stopped coloring my hair almost 2 years ago just to see what my gray would do. It is, indeed, a really great silver color, but kind of wiry and I don't know that I can do wiry.
Chris really likes the silver. But I had one wild, wiry stand poking through and so he pulled it. And then said...
I really think you should leave it alone. You could look like Einstein.
Um. Because that's what I want. To look like Einstein.
So I am trying to book a cut and color for next week. Before its too late and other people start to recognize my likeness to Einstein.