I'm the Man!

Six-year-old S told me yesterday, "Ms. B, you look just like my daddy." Curiously, I asked her why -- this has got to be good! "My daddy has gray hair, and his teeth are huge!" I asked, "Are you saying that I have gray hair and huge teeth?" She said, "yes." Now, I have seen this girl's dad. He is a helicopter pilot in Iraq, muscles of steel, shaved head for the military, and tats covering his body." I have none of these. Gray hair? J spent a fortune having my hair highlighted to cover the gray! I am going to complain to H my hairdresser! As for being compared to a man, I haven't dressed butch in about three years. Hmmmm. I think it is time to go shopping for a new wardrobe.

On another humorous note, here is something that I hope never happens to any of you. During a candlelit, sensuous, romantic moment, trying to impress your spouse (or however you wish to describe it), I pray that a dryer sheet does not fall out of your pants. Yep, it happened to me. J was rolling on the couch laughing, and I was pissed off. It totally ruined the moment, but J said it made it even more memorable.

Those of you who went to Vegas with us may also remember as we were exiting the monorail to go to the MGM, how I magically pulled a dryer sheet out of my shirt.

J and I played hooky AGAIN! There was something loose in my trunk that was making a noise when I accelerated or stopped; I needed to have that checked out. Okay, I admit that we did not leave the apartment until almost noon, but, hey, it was lunchtime. After we dropped the car off, we went to lunch at Pappasitos with a gift card. The shop called to tell me that it was just the lug wrench that had broken free, so I asked them to change the oil. Went to pick up her taxes. We've been lazy the rest of the day.