So I asked my husband what he thought about me cutting my hair short. And, interestingly enough, this was his honest-to-God reply:
"Hmm... I don't know. I've never seen you with short hair."
"What?" I calmly asked. Oh, I had heard him perfectly well, but I wanted to see if he could possibly dig his hole any deeper. And, of course, just as I knew he would, he repeated himself. Lord, I love setting a good trap.
And this, my friends, was how the rest of the drama unfolded...
Me: Excuse me?! You've never seen me with short hair? My hair was short when I met you, for crying out loud!
Me: My hair was short ON THE DAY WE GOT MARRIED!!!
Me: And, my hair was short when I came home in tears, maniacally insisting you photograph the yellow tiger stripes in my hair as evidence for the lawsuit I intended to file (aka Highlight Disaster of '98). IS THIS RINGING ANY BELLS?!?!
Being the nice (and underhanded) person that I am, and knowing perfectly well that I can pull this little gem out of my hat anytime, anyplace, for just about any purpose for the rest of his life, I let it go. After all, this is from the guy who, still to this day, talks about the blue dress I was wearing on that unforgettable night we met. One problem... It was green.
PS: Don't forget to play First Post Friday with me tomorrow. Mr. Linky will hopefully be available first thing in the a.m. Remember, even if you are posting something new, take a minute to drop by and link me to your first post. Oh, and if you want to cheat, as always, you have my blessing.