A few weeks ago Jono and I were on a weekend trip to celebrate our anniversary. We were all dressed up and on our way to see Les Miserables, desperately looking for a place to park. I was a little stressed out about making it on time, so I would point and yell when I thought I saw a space while at the same time trying to apply makeup.
Prepared much?
Anyway, despite the numerous other distractions I realized quickly that something in that mirror was amiss.
"OHMYGOSH! There is a giant, awful, gnarly black hair growing out of my chin!!!!"
"um, ok."
"Aaaaaaaah, Jono! Aaaah!!!"
"What?!"
"What do you MEAN 'what'?? I have a gnarly hair!"
"Ok. Is that a parking spot over there?"
"How can you be so calm! I am 25, what is happening to me? DID YOU KNOW I HAD THIS HAIR HERE???"
"Well, I saw it the other day, but I didn't think much of it."
"YOU SAW THE GNARLY HAIR AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? WHY?"
"Because it's not gnarly, and I didn't care."
"Ohmygosh, I can't get it out. I can't get it out!"
"It's not that long. Where should we park?"
"I CAN'T GET IT OUT. Pull it out for me!"
"Um...I could...but you won't like it. It would hurt."
"Are you JOKING!? Just get it out!!!"
A few moments later the hair was gone.
A few moments after that, I realized my pride was, too.
"Um...this probably isn't what you thought you were signing up for three years ago, huh?"
"I love you."
What a guy.
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2 comments:
Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh!! You have a blog again!! Happy Day!! :) Totally cute picture of you and the mister, btw.
Cool post. I enjoy your blog! Keep writing!
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