Oh the questions my darling husband asks. This weekend, with a look of shock on his face, asked, "Hey, do you have a mustache?" Damn him. He's noticed my peach fuzz. Yes, I have some and when I'm as ghostly pale as I get in the winter, the hairs are more noticeable. See, I usually get my lip waxed, but I haven't waxed it since December, so I guess it's time. And...has he not noticed it before in the 10 years we've been together? I won't ask.
As a funny... Mom has a little peach fuzz too--she's the one who taught me about lip waxing. Over the years, she's taken to asking my younger brother if he notices her mustache. When he says yes, that's her indicator that it's time for a wax. About a year ago, my 12 year old brother went up to Mom and said, "I know you didn't ask, but you need your mustache done." Yup, he'll make a good husband one day.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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2 comments:
HAHA Your little brother is hilarious! He'll make a good husband until he says that to his wife. lol
Gee thanks for sharing that Amanda
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