A: See, I really DO love you more than Donnie Wahlberg.
B: Nu-unh.
A: Yes huh!
B: Nu-UNH!
A: Yes HUH! Crazy uber-jealous man!
B: So's your face.
Ok, that wasn't the adult part of the conversation. This was:
B: I'm really not that jealous of him. I think it's funny.
A: Really?
B: Really. In fact....
...and at this point he said something so profound, I dove for my Droid and immediately asked him to repeat himself on camera.
At first, all I got was sarcasm (my husband's middle name):
Then, finally, after much prodding (and pouting), he made his confession on film, for the world to see.
And so, my occasional Donnie Wahlberg blogs (OMG did you see him dance last night on Dancing with the Stars?) are safe. For now.
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Now, readers, I'm relying on you to tell me the truth here. What do you see in this picture:
Nothing? Really? Ok, how about THIS one:
Ok, have you been hanging around with my husband??? Do I need to draw a picture? How's this:
THOSE HAIRS ON MY HEAD ARE GREY!!!!!!!!!!!
*deep breath*
A few days ago, I swear to you, I found a grey hair. Before I thought to myself, "Gee, I should take a picture or show my husband," I plucked that sucker right outta there in a moment of sheer panic.
Once my heart rate slowed and my eyes stopped bugging out of my head, I reasoned, "Surely, it must have been a fluke."
As in, this particular grey hair, who's life I'd just brutally ended, had MEANT to grow on Old Mother Hubbard's head, and just took a wrong turn and ended up on mine.
Then, this morning, as I was putting on my eyeliner, I saw ANOTHER one. And it brought friends. So, I'm showing you this photographic evidence so I can ask you this question. Is this assumption of mine correct?
I always thought I'd age gracefully. Now I'm not so sure.
