Skip to content

A minor marital vignette

The hair, with shadow of husband.

[L: Me with newly red-ified hair; R: shadow of husband taking picture. One of our stranger portraits together.]

Proof my husband hates me:

He recorded “Bait Shop,” starring Bill Engvall and Billy Ray Cyrus, on the DVR.

Proof my husband loves me:

Only five minutes into its playback, even he had to acknowledge it was so desperately, irredeemably bad that he deleted it.

This might also explain why, even when I am flipping him off, I am also smiling.

  • Your hair is beautiful! LONG LIVE LONG HAIR! :)

    (And yes, love the color.)
  • Having come to your blog from Twitter, it dismays me to find, in the comments no less, that you are a great big liar, liar, pants on fire. You are no more 38 than I'm thirty... um.... [redacted]. From this picture and the flip off one, I was sure you were in your twenties and plan to continue operating under this delusion.
  • Aw, you're so sweet! (And I'm not 38, it's true. I'm pushing 38. I will be 38 in 3 months and 8 days. Not that I'm counting!.)

    But hey, I understand necessary delusions. I am, after all, using Vampire Red to cover up the silver and gray, so... um yeah. :)
  • I get the feeling this photo doesn't quite do justice to the blood-red-ness of the hair coloring. I was imagining a more Hammer-vampire-Christopher-Lee-with-SpaghettiOs-on-his-mouth sort of shade.
  • Ha! Well, my hair is naturally pretty dark, so the areas where the dye seeps in the most are where the gray streaks and split ends are. (Why yes, this is how I cope with pushing 38!)
blog comments powered by Disqus