Today my impulsive husband is somewhat less irresistible, self-sacrificing, geeky and debonair (he made me say that). When I said my man possessed a balding pate, it was not an invitation for him to go completely bald. Certainly not. What was he thinking?
I nearly had a heart attack when I realized I had mistakenly married Lex Luther.
(As an aside --- Did you know they are thinking of renaming strokes brain attacks? Perhaps my dear husband was trying to give his frazzled wife a brain attack.)
Ben assures me his new look will grow on me.
I don't want the hair (or lack thereof) to grow on me. I want it to grow back on him.