Anyway, Chelf and her DH were in town and I was so excited to get to meet them that I didn’t even notice that he was 6’6”- kind of hard to miss. But, like I said, I was excited. He was so funny as he introduced himself, “I’m the DH.”
Maybe he needs to be incognito for a secret service job or something. We outnumbered him 5-1. Poor guy. He endured it well.
As usual, no topic was off limits. Most of my BBFF’s hadn’t seen my new do so we began to talk hairdressers. Niki teased me about aging myself with that word. Flummoxed, I asked what I should call the one who cuts my hair. Apparently, STYLIST is the correct term. Now I know why I haven’t been able to get a good cut. It’s not because I have ultra straight, thick hair that shows every snip, it’s because I’ve been looking for a hairdresser when I should have been seeking a stylist. LOL. See Niki’s take on it here.
The lady with a dog, who was on the patio with us, later approached Chelf; she thoroughly enjoyed our exchange and was glad to know the ‘right’ word to use in place of hairdresser.
This has been my week for using odd words. I used guffaw in a sentence and surprised Heather. I have that effect on her. Not a word I typically use but Chelf was commenting on how the Biblical Sarah must have LOL when the angel told her she was having a child at 90.
We laughed and started talking about having babies in late life.
We also talked about the most important things in life – like coffee, chocolate and one other thing. This embarrassed Heather. As I said, I tend to have that effect on her.
We laughed hard and loud and had a wonderfully memorable time.