Monday, April 29, 2019

When flattery falls flat

Last night we stayed up way too late packing.

Andrew put his hands on my head and smoothed my hair out.

"Yup," he said. "I would still love you if you were bald."

"Why...thank you," I said. "That really means a lot since there's a decent chance I'll wind up with cancer some day and will have to do chemo and lose all my hair."

Then he pushed my hair forward so that, unbeknownst to me, it made a little poofy wave of hair.

"I would still love you polygamistly as well," he said.

"Wait...WHAT?!" I asked.

"I would still love you polygam...oh. Oh. OH! Okay. Yup. Now that I say it again I can hear that was not the best thing to say. But I made your hair all poofy like polygamist hair, see? I would still love you even if you did your hair like that. No intentions of polygamy."

We laughed until we cried. This man is so bad at compliments.

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