So off I went to get it cut.
Hubs comes home and notices and says, "Hey, that looks great! It makes you look, like, twenty years younger."
Mistake. Big. Mistake.
Ummmm, excuse me, did I just hear that? Did I actually hear a pause while he thought of the number? And he chose twenty??
Twenty?!? Twenty??? Couldn't go with ten, hell, fifteen? But twenty years younger? That would put me at twenty one. He didn't even know me at twenty one. How would he know what I looked like at twenty one? Hell, at twenty one I was either stone cold drunk or passed out. I most definitely do not look like I did at twenty one...
And just like that you could see him register the inhumanity of what he just said. He froze, gripped the counter top and the little hamster on the wheel went into over-drive formulating the least painful way to extricate himself from his own words. "Well, ummm. No. No, that's not what I meant. I, uhhh....oh shit."
I just started laughing. I mean what else can be said? If a guy thinks I look like a twenty one year old, then that means I'm hot. And if he thinks I'm hot at forty one then I'm OK with that. Totally OK with that.
|How hot is that???|