We are sitting on our double recliner, reading books. Suddenly, the hair on my neck stands up. I look to my right and see Debbie glaring at me.
"What? I swear I didn't fart!"
"Notice anything different?"
My eyes dart around the room as I break into a panic sweat.
"Ummmm......"
"MY HAIR!"
"It... uh... it is different. Did you get it cut today?"
"I HAD IT CUT TWO DAYS AGO!"
"Oh. I like it. It looks nice."
"You suck."
"Yea... but I love you."
"Shut up and read your book."
This scene plays out several times a year.
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2 comments:
LOL!!!! Frank is usually with me, so he never falls into this anymore. Be more attentive Ric.
Mary
I swear I don't glare! LOL and the funniest part of this is the real thing it was about - not a haircut; but "other hair"! Debbie :-)
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