Me: “So apparently Helper Lady was going on to Daycare Lady about what a great husband she thinks you are.”
PH: “What? Why?”
Me: “Do you mean why were they talking about you, or why does she think you’re a great husband?”
Me: “No idea. Daycare Lady was just like “Helper Lady was telling me what a great husband she thinks PH is!” and I was like “he is, but how does she know that?” and Daycare Lady said “well, of course PH is a very nice man, and Helper Lady is very intuitive. She says she can see how well cared for and happy you are and that he is clearly a good husband to you.”
PH: “Yeah! Don’t you forget it, either!”
Me: “I know you’re a great husband! Otherwise your nickname on my blog would be “Needs Improvement Husband” or “Somewhat Acceptable Husband” instead of “Perfect Husband”.
PH: “You should change my name.”
*Helper Lady apparently also commented on the fact that I am “beautiful because she doesn’t wear makeup”. I take this to mean that she admires my inner strength at being brave enough to walk around with a unibrow and dog blood on my cheek every day.
You ARE beautiful 🙂
(Um, I am concerned about the dog blood on your cheek, though…)
It’s a hazard of working in a vet clinic. I get blood on my hands probably four or five times a day!
I guess I was thinking it was your dog’s blood. Makes perfect sense now.
I’ve never seen the point in “putting your face on” before you go out the front door. What’s wrong with my normal face? If there’s something wrong with that, no amount of makeup is going to make it not wrong, and if it’s not wrong to begin with, why would I want to change it?
And, though it sounds like a cliché, if you’re beautiful on the inside, it shines through. If you’re ugly on the inside, makeup won’t hide it.
Who cares about eyebrows anyway? Let ’em grow, let ’em grow, let ’em grow, beautiful!