shock and awe
My dad has what your might call a trademark. If someone were to give a physical description of him, it might include his ever-present Tilley hat or his height, but it would definitely include his mustache. He has had a handlebar mustache since the early 70s.
It was there when I was in diapers…
It was there in elementary school. Classmates still remember him as “the tall guy with the mustache”…
And then…today…I see him at church and…
Sweet fancy Moses! It’s gone!
I didn’t even know what to do. All I could do was stammer “Wh-what-what prompted this?”
“Well,” he explained, “your mother and I were looking at old pictures, and we came across one of me without the mustache. So your mother says ‘You know, I never liked that mustache.’ Thirty years later she tells me this. Let that be a lesson to you. If something bothers you, tell your husband now.”
Good advice, dad! I’ll start making a list. I’m sure hubby’s glad you opened that can of worms.
June 9th, 2008 at 3:48 am
Holy crap no! Marriage is based on *secretly* wanting to change your spouse - I’m pretty sure it’s in the Bible. And I can only imagine the size of that list!
June 9th, 2008 at 10:59 am
What a coincidence. I told Nathan last week he has to stop using the f-bomb so much. I used to NEVER say it, and now I use it like I use the word “the” just because I hear it so frequently. He has abided to my rule, so far, but has since replaced it with another word, that I’ll have to tell you one of these days, because I’m too embarrassed to type it. I hope you have better luck with your hubby and the list.
I guess some things never change for me…
June 9th, 2008 at 11:10 am
Ryan: Hee hee
I’m pretty sure we’ve been *secretly* trying to change each other since day one.
Val: I hate it when I start picking up on other people’s bad habits, so I feel your pain. But now I’m really curious about the new word!