So the wife got her hair cut today, and while I thought it looked rather fetching I was a bit thrown as her hair smelled different. Almost…. patchouli-ish, which prompted the following exchange:
Me: “Your hair smells weird.”
K: “Yah, they used [insert name of beauty brand I can’t be bothered to remember]. It smells like patchouli.”
Me: “Oh. For a minute I was going to ask if you fucked a hippy on the way home.”
K: “Don’t be stupid. No one fucks hippies.”
Yeah. I married the right woman.
Women be shopping, am I right? HOLLA