Brian’s Confession and a Heart-Stopping Freak Out Moment

Now that the smoke has cleared, the votes have all been tallied, and the score officially revealed, Brian and I were able to have a long, adult conversation about my Donnie Wahlberg obsession.

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:


*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.

4 thoughts on “Brian’s Confession and a Heart-Stopping Freak Out Moment

  1. Katnip Lounge

    Girlfriend, Grey is gorgeous. I know, I have thousands! I fought it up til 48…then senility and/or laziness won and I gave in to Mother Effing Nature. Besides, your Hub is dotty about you.

  2. Stephanie

    Awwww…your husband’s a doll. I kind of love him. 🙂 And don’t worry too much about the hair…I started going gray at 17. 17!!!!!! Crazy. I’m only 32 and I have nearly a headfull. Yeah, not gonna lie…it pretty much sucks. But you, my dear, have such gorgeous eyes, that there’s NO WAY anyone’s gonna notice a strand or two of gray.

  3. Sparkle

    My human dyes her grays. She will probably dye her grays until she is so old, she has almost no hair left. Then she will wear a wig. That is not gray.

    Heh. We kitties are so lucky. Our fur does not go gray like human’s hair does. Mostly.

  4. Abby

    @Tricia: He is, isn’t he? :0)

    @Stephanie: You’re so sweet! Thank you SO much.

    @Sparkle: Scooter agrees, and adds that if his beautiful orange floof were to ever loose its sheen, he’d go bonkers.

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