Friday, January 4, 2008
Hello, Mars? It's Venus Calling...
I mean, really. My mom, 3 sisters, countless girlfriends and roommates all thought it fascinating. We could talk for hours about perms, cuts, colors, and products. Not to mention the endless quest for body, shine and hold. Which salon? Curling iron, flat iron, crimp iron? Highlights or low lights? Permanent or semi? How about a warm chocolate brown, streaked with chunky caramel pieces and a butterscotch glaze? So many delicious possibilities.
Whenever I ask "Hun, what should I DOOOOOO with this hair?", my better-half clicks the mute on ESPN and then says (usually without even glancing up!), "Babe, your hair always looks great, no matter how you do it!"
This is his PC way of telling me that he thinks my hair is an overwhelming, expensive project and that as long as it covers my head and doesn't frighten the neighbors, he wants to be left out of the whole situation.
OK...I am fine with that. Our marriage is strong. We don't have to share ALL the same interests.
And he is OK with the fact that I did not went to spend the better part of our evening poring over this last night...
Yep. Roofing shingles. He is getting a new roof for his birthday! Hooray!
And I will not let my feelings be hurt over the fact that he enjoyed the process of choosing between Shakerwood and Sierra Sunset much much more than he has ever enjoyed discussing "Gab's Hair: Bangs? Yes or No?"
But, he is from Mars and I am from Venus. And I secretly think the roof is just one big overwhelming, expensive project. And as long as it covers my head and doesn't frighten the neighbors, he can deliberate all he wants!