So I've got a big date on Friday with Spouse-my-Boyfriend. It's a fancy one. So I'm pulling out all the stops. I'm going to put on make-up (that last happened around the time that Uncle Rico was in high school).
My neighbor down the street, who I originally just asked to help me with my hair, came by with her caboodle, three dresses, a pair of shoes and two of her very, very, very excited daughters to practice my look for Friday night. She also had another friend of hers come by just for a little extra consultation. It was giddy, giddy, giddiness in my kitchen this afternoon.
Everybody ohhhhhhed and awwwwwwed at my mascara and eye-liner. My friend said it made me look like I was 25.
Then Spouse-the-Boy-Who-Has-Always-Been-Content-With-His-Simple-Wife came home.
My neighbor said excitedly, "How do you like it?"
He nodded his head, looked at me and said, "It's different."
She said, "Spouse!" (except she said his name).
"No, I mean, it's just...different. I'm not saying I don't like it...it's just...different."
And I laughed and laughed and laughed.
3 comments:
That would be exactly what I'd imagine Marc to say in a similar situation! I really do love being married to someone who thinks I'm pretty just the way I am, whatever that means on any given day. The big date sounds like it'll be a lot of fun... can't wait to hear about it!
It reminds me of when Margie was a sales person for a makeup of some kind where they did parties. She came to practice on me and when Dad came home and saw me, he just laughed. So saying its different is a little more subtle.
Too funny! I put on makeup every day and sometimes when I change things up I ask Mark what he thinks and he says he didn't notice! Ha! I need to see pictures of the big date! I'm sure you'll be beeeeeutiful.
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