Saturday, November 17, 2007

Just gets better

Tonight, The Guy and I went out with my family for supper. As we are sitting at the table enjoying our food, I looked up to see a bizarre couple at a table across the room. Both were in their late 50s. She had high teased hair, copious neck wrinkles and a tiny tank top which barely held her in. He had a black silk shirt open midway down his chest, a long pony tail and a handle-bar mustache.

I gasped and turned to The Guy. Without looking up, he said, "I saw them. I'm going to start growing a mustache tomorrow."


  1. First, and possibly most important of all, HOW did I miss the banner on your site?! HOW?! (okay, the answer is "RSS")

    I LOVE IT!

    I want to grow up to be the woman in the crowd who you just can't miss. :) But my husband is NOT allowed to grow a 'stache.

  2. I love and adore The Guy almost as much as I love and adore you!!!!

  3. Misserablebliss: I'm glad you like the header. It's my favourite.

    I don't mind being the person who can't be missed in a room, but I would like to think I would do it with some class.

    Who am I kidding tho?

    Auntie Lois: You're adorable! I think you will like him a lot. And I'm very glad to hear you like me!!


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