when, as you are sending your husband off to work in the morning and you casually mention that you will see him in a few hours for your lunch date, he stops, really looks at you, and then is forced to resort to sign language in order to convey the message of, “OK, yeah, but first you really might want to do something about your GINORMOUSLY pouffy-assed hair.”
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ohhhh sister…im so in the crazy hair cult…right there with ya!
ginormously. /snicker i love that word. So funny. I’m part of the crazy hair cult too. 🙂
ROFL! Well, at least he loves you enough to tell you… my husband never tells me and I always get mad because I have walked around for 4 hours with my hair sticking up.
Love that new adjective! I agree with Mary, at least he tells you. My hubby would let me go around smiling with a broccolli the size of New Jersey between my fron teeth! 🙂
I really don’t think my brother (your husband) has any room to talk about “GINORMOUSLY pouffy-assed hair”…I mean…I’m just saying…
I really don’t think my brother (your husband) has any room to talk about “GINORMOUSLY pouffy-assed hair”…I mean…I’m just saying…
THANK you!!
Yes, it is nice that he tells me these things so I don’t unknowingly leave the house looking like a giant dandelion puff.