Thank you all so much for your kindness. Your comments mean more to me than you can imagine.
I have a funny story to tell you.
Back in the day, I always cut the Coach’s hair; like from the time we met in 1985 until 2015. The only reason I stopped cutting his hair in 2015 is because I spent a lot of time in Georgia taking care of my Mom when she was sick. Luckily, he found a great barber and we both loved how Barber Dave cut his hair; I declared he should stick with Dave. I retired my shears.
A few weeks ago, before we left for GA the coach was super busy and didn’t get over to see Barber Dave. We figured he’d find a barber in GA before Thanksgiving. Then when I mentioned how long his hair was getting, he confessed that he was afraid to find a new barber because the few times he had to use someone other than Dave it wasn’t a good outcome.
Therefore his hair was just was growing. And growing.
He and I were running errands the other day and stopped at a place to have some lunch. The Coach sat down at the table and removed his ball cap. (his mother taught him well)
Me with a sour face: You look like Gary Busey.
My sometimes clueless husband said: Thank you.
Me: That is NOT a compliment.
We decided then and there to stop at a store after lunch and purchase some hair sheers so I could take care of Gary’s hair.
On the drive to the store he asked: Would you ever sleep with Gary Busey?
Me: Oh, I already have, so yeah.
Me: yeah, we were both really tipsy one night and it just happened.
He shook his head and giggled.
Wishing you all a lovely Thanksgiving!
I’m thankful for you. And Gary. And barbers.