New hair brings peace

Nora is sitting on the floor in front of me, hunched over and drooling on her bare feet, but she's happy. She loves this - the yoga-esque tripod stance of early baby sitting. Frankly, it looks uncomfortable, but who am I to judge?

I got my hair cut short yesterday. The idea had been growing in the back of my brain for a while, but I was unsure if I should make a major change in my current state of mind. It turned out to be a brilliant move. I feel so much better. Can a new hair style really make you thinner or more energetic? No, but it can trick you in to believing that you've improved  in some way. (That's not scientific, it's just a fact. Dammit.)

I'll be honest; I thought that cutting my hair would passive-aggressively attack Adam. See, we've been squabbling like seriously bitter married people lately and I keep backing down to keep the peace. I woke up yesterday ready to fight. My friend was coming over anyway to cut my hair for the wedding, so I went with it. The whole times she was chopping I was giggling thinking that Adam was going to be pissed.

Of course, typical of my husband, he took one look at the new 'do and proceeded to "seduce" me.

Adam: Honey, watch me check the fireplace flue. (Makes huge production of walking over to the fireplace and fiddling with stuff.)

Me: (rolling eyes) What. Are. You. Do-ing?!

Adam: Choreplay. Duh.

Me: Why?

Adam: 'Cause we're going to do it. Tonight. (Makes humping motion)

Me: ........... Gross.

Being married can be so ridiculous sometimes.

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