Wrangler Dani

All the bridesmaidies are getting sweet ‘dos today, a fact that mystifies the men-folk in our lives.  Adam was leaving the Rehearsal Dinner last night, knowing that I wouldn’t see him until later today for pictures. He gives me a hug and pulls back, looking at the top of my head.

“Drive safe, I love you,” I say, mushily, gazing adoringly into my fiance’s face.

“Have a good hair… cut.” He says, haltingly, waving both hands vaguely around my head and looking confused, as I double over, laughing at the mysteries of girl-hood.