Now, on to why he rocks at this immediate moment: As you may know from yesterdays post, my hair has been sucking like a vacuum lately. I thought it was the change in weather, or the fact that my birthday is coming, so things are bound to begin to fail me, or maybe my hair has just loved me for too long and now it's just simply had enough.
So as I was cursing the hair gods in my head this morning (and some out loud), Joey walked into the bathroom with a wealth of knowledge that if I had even one brain cell in my tiny little head, I'm sure I could have come up with on my own.
What was this knowledge, you ask? Are you sitting down? It's good....
"You changed your shampoo, babe. Maybe that's it."
It was as if a million light bulbs turned on in my head all at once. This, my friends, is why God created marriage. When I am dumb, my sweet husband is brilliant. (And no, I'm not being sarcastic. I'm totally serious!) Why had I not thought of such a simple solution to the hideous mop that has been adorning my head?
I thought of calling in sick to work so I could go to the store, buy my trusty shampoo that has never failed me, re-wash my hair, and start fresh, but I didn't. After all, it's Friday and there's no one at work so I'll just pull my hair into a ponytail (right, Megan?).
Oh how I love my hubby. Thanks, babe, for solving my hair trouble.
Now, in other news, I tasted the Pumpkin Spice Latte this morning and my mouth (and hips and butt) will never be the same.
I don't like pumpkin pie, so don't judge that it's taken me this long.
Oh Starbucks, why do you do this to me?