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Monday, February 07, 2005

I’m sorry George
George Clooney really set me off last night. He was gettin' up in my face about my hair. He thought I should use toothpaste instead of gel in my hair. He said it would make it grow longer. Once my hair was the way he liked it, then he'd marry me.

I told him off in no uncertain terms, "I'm sorry George, here are a couple of newsflashes for you:

1. I'm married
2. You don't know a darned thing about hair products
3. And even if you did, don't be telling me what to do with my hair

So get out of my grill."

......OH, then I woke up.

I told hubby about the dream and told him that I picked him over George Clooney. Then he had to go ruin it by asking if I would have have still picked him over George if he wasn't in my face about my hair.
gulp



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