You know how sometimes I rail on about missing the romance in my marriage?
I know I do.
But I do miss it.
Yes, I know that I’m loved; and being half of a pair of comfy old shoes should be enough. And usually it is.
But still, sometimes a girl (you may laugh heartily) just wants to feel pretty, and be romanced, like the good old days.
Keep that in mind as I explain…
Last night I brushed my hair.
I know, you’ll alert the media.
Actually that’s a line from one of my favorite movies, Arthur.
True, the brushing of my hair isn’t an everyday occurrence as my MIL so nicely pointed out last summer. And it’s not because I’m lazy.
It’s because I have such long, thick, curly hair.
It’s actually hard to get a brush all the way through it unless I want to REALLY brush out the curls. Then when I’m done brushing, my hair is neither straight nor curly. To be really straight I have to use a CHI iron and to be really curly it has to get wet again. Instead it’s in some Twilight Zoney place where confused hair lives. So usually I only brush it out just before I wash it, then hop right into the shower.
This time I’d brushed my hair out because I was going to color it (yes, I’m that vain); and it’s a lot easier to color my hair when it’s somewhat straighter rather than it’s naturally curly self.
I walked in to the den with my freshly invigorated scalp and confused hair. Doug said “God, what did you do? You look like a guy out of the 18th century.”
Be still my heart. With such sweet talk it was hard for me not to just jump him on the spot and have my way with him. Instead I suggested he just move to St. Louis and work for Hallmark.
“Just WTF does that mean? I inquired.
“You know, like the guy in The Princess Bride.”
This is what can happen when you’ve been with someone since forever.
You’re just so comfortable with someone that the words just comes tumbling out of your mouth before your brain can stop them saying “NOOOO!!”
Doug had one of those times apparently.
“I think you’re confused.” was all I said as I turned and left the room
As luck would have it we had to go out today before I could do my hair so I just pulled it up in a ponytail. I looked a lot like Pebbles Flintstone’s GMA ( minus the one shoulder fur dress of course). I kept thinking about Doug’s comment while we were out and as soon as we got back I looked up Cary Elwes and showed the photo to him.
“Is this what you meant?”
I felt relieved.
While pressing him for more info I had an epiphany…
So I went to Google images and pulled up another photo.
“Here come look at this photo. Is this what you meant?”
“THAT”S IT!” he said with great emotion, finally relieved that I understood him. It was almost a Heller Keller- Annie Sullivanish moment.
and what was he looking at you ask? ? Who did he think I looked so much like?
Apparently with my curls temporarily gone I now bear a striking resemblance to Charlie Sheen in the Three Musketeers.
Thank God I finished the electrolysis.
So this afternoon the color goes on and when it’s done my curls will be back and all will be right with the world once again.
But for now, I must take your leave.
I have loins to gird and a sword to sharpen. And he has some major sweet talking to do.
Fare the well…