All the way home, may your cars smell like a Diaper Genie baking in the hot August sun.
They say truth is stranger than fiction…
…and I often turn to my husband for clarity. In 2003 I asked, “Why am I purchasing a house with Doug Lariviere?” Three years later I puffed, “Why is Doug Lariviere wheeling me into the maternity ward?” And today, “Why am I celebrating my seventh wedding anniversary with Doug Lariviere?”
His answer is always the same: “Because you’re smart.”
Who am I to argue?
Here’s what happens when I leave my makeup within reach.
At least someone around here’s getting a makeover!
Shades of gray. And brown. But mostly gray.
Said Tyler: “Mama, your hair is gray.”
Said I: “I thought you knew your colors. Not gray. Brown. Light brown by Loreal with superior gray coverage, if you want to be exact. So you see, there is zero percent possibility that my hair is gray. Zero, zilch, zip!”
Said Tyler: “Oh. Your hair is brown and gray.”
I just love a man who’s willing to compromise!