What a day yesterday!
I started out with my physio who is more like a Master in an S&M role play.
I managed to squeak past him without much notice and head straight for my strengthening regime.
I then ran around and got goodies for an awesome family visit last night.
My baby sister and her family joined Papi and I at my aunt's house with my cousins.
It was a riot!
There were 2 very exciting parts of our visit that were out of the norm and a gay ol' time!
One of my sweet cousins is now a full fledged hair stylist and was eyeing my hair up all night.
You could see the shears in her mind just waiting for the opportunity to start clipping.
My hair does have this affect on hair dressers. The scary part is with the bad Honky 'Fro hair cuts I've had, I won't go to new hairdressers for fear of leaving the salon looking like Roseanne Roseannadanna.
I won't go into stories about that or I'll be here all day and I won't get to the Papi part of this blob/blab.
yes ... it's alllll about my hair ...
However, she did ask if I've ever had it straightened, and because I hadn't, she decided to show me what it looks like.
I will do my best to get pics for you for tomorrow. I need to have the full femme face on to really let you see the glory, and that's not going to happen until I've finished my coffee and done some work on my film score.
Never in my life has a comb gone through my hair without losing a few teeth.
It was pretty cool!
Now for the intersting moment.
Like I had told you, my nephew is going through puberty. Well, Papi, and this now taller than me nephew, were having a great ol' time all alone in the 'man zone' chatting about electronics and boy stuff, while all 7 of us girls got to the make-over part of the evening.
When my love came out around the corner to ask the legitimate teacher in the house for some help with my nephew's homework, ...
... yes ... you heard right ... another story ...
... the two of them standing there like nothin' else I'd ever seen, I'll tell ya.
There they were.
Matching caterpillar moustaches, to go hand in hand with the matching 'Fox' sweatshirts.
The two of them were the epitome of awkward teen-ness. I mean really! Papi even has Brace Face to drive the effect back to home plate!
Now, when I call Papi a manchild, it's going to have a whole new meaning for me.
That was when it dawned on me.
My love had told that the transition takes a few years.
I didn't understand why, but I get it now.
My love truly is a teen with peach fuzz, and it will take a few years to get through the teen-ness and into adult manly-ness.
i'm having a few issues at this moment thinking of the scary man ogre i thought about a year ago ...
I'm truly living with a man-child.