Today I got a great haircut and some bad news. My hairdresser is pregnant. I mean, I'm thrilled for her, but dang. She'll be working until October but I'm not 100% sure she'll be back. I think she will but I didn't want to ask because I didn't want it to seem like I was more interested in how her pregnancy would affect me. Even though I was. No, not really. Sort of.
Anyway, speaking of hair, last night at dinner Bubba cracked us all up. Mr. Daddy, being his usual silly self, asked the kids "Who's the handsomest, smartest, best looking Daddy?"
"You are!" the kids shouted.
"Only, Daddy?" Bubba said hesitantly, "You're just a little bit not handsome because you don't have any hair" Bubba said. We all died laughing and I think Mr. Daddy died a little inside. I told him we were now equal after Bubba told me my belly was a little bit fat.
I did, however, feel the need to take up for Mr. Daddy, just a little. "Bubba, I think Mr. Daddy is VERY handsome. I happen to find men with no hair very attractive."
Which started me thinking about the time I purse dialed Mr. Daddy while I was in New York for a trade show. Something in my purse hit my cell phone and dialed home and for a few moments Mr. Daddy thought I was being abducted and was attempting to signal him in some way.
Until he heard me say "I think Yul Brenner is sexy." Then he knew I was safe. Weird, but safe.
He still likes to give me grief about that one.
6 years ago