I often feel like my thoughts need a disclaimer notice. You know… like the medicine commercials on TV. Of course, the immediate one that comes to mind is the one for Cialis, but since this is largely meant to be a G-Rated blog, I’ll go with the one for Lunesta. Besides, it has the pretty butterfly on the commercial, and I’ve been into butterflies this week with all the monarch migration madness. The Lunesta commercial almost puts you to sleep with its soothing background music and the woman’s softly lilting voice (and sexy-sounding, too, but remember, G-Rated, so not going there). But as soon as she says her last word, the pretty music stops, and a very serious, sophisticated male voice comes on to give the disclaimer:
“Important Safety Information: Lunesta should only be taken immediately before bedtime. Be sure you have at least eight hours to devote to sleep before becoming active. You should not engage in any activity after taking Lunesta that requires complete alertness, such as driving a car or operating machinery. You should use extreme care when engaging in these activities the morning after taking Lunesta. Do not use alcohol while taking any sleep medicine. All sleep medicines carry some risk of dependency. Do not use sleep medicines for extended periods without first talking to your doctor. Side effects may include unpleasant taste, headache, drowsiness, and dizziness.”
And you thought you had problems because you can’t sleep. Seriously, I do not understand this. I think I’d stick with insomnia.
Anyway, back to where I was going. My thoughts sometimes need a disclaimer. Something like this:
“Important Note: This woman frequently has at least five different women talking in her head at any one time and frequently they are in a screaming match with each other. She is not schizophrenic; however, she sometimes fails to avoid speaking her thoughts out loud while said screaming match is in progress. Side effects may be evident in blog posts, too. If you happen to be in close proximity when she fails to filter what comes out of her mouth (or her keyboard), contact your physician, if necessary, and seek Godly counsel on her behalf.”
So my sweet hubby took me out to dinner tonight. No special reason. In fact, given my culinary talents are non- existent, eating out is a fairly regular occurrence at our house. Time out! Hit the pause button here. Brad is downstairs watching the Ranger game and as I type this very instant… the Viagra commercial is playing. I speak the truth!
So, we had a lovely dinner, and we’re on the drive home. Brad is quiet. This, too, is fairly common. I do all the talking. He does all the listening. I’m sure it has more to do with how much he enjoys listening to me than it does his quiet personality. I soak in the quiet for a lengthy period. Some five or six loooooong minutes. He’s obviously not going to start a conversation, so I figure I might as well. So I say to him, “What are you thinking about?” He replies in his slow, steady voice, “Oh, I’m just thinking about the economic crisis and the growing number of jobless people and world hunger.”
Ok. That’s not really what he said, but it might as well have been. He was pondering our life plan for the next 20 years. I mean, seriously pondering. Good grief. But then I knew it would happen. I knew it. Why, oh why, did I have to start the conversation with such a deep question? My turn was next.
So Brad says to me, “What are YOU thinking about?” And, at this point, Self-Absorbed Sally (yes, think Sally from Peanuts), replies, “I’m thinking about whether I look better with blonde hair or brunette hair. You know, it’s wintertime, and I usually go dark for the winter. What do you think? Should I go dark? Which do you like better? You know, if you could pick, what color would it be?”
I’d like to say Brad was speechless, but he absolutely was not because this is NOT the first time we’ve had this conversation. In fact, I’d venture to say we’ve had this conversation at least 23 times since we’ve had at least 23 winters since we got married.
And just so you know my husband is one smart cookie, he replied, “I like you better with dark hair.”
Of course, he also occasionally a little on the sarcastic side because he quickly followed that statement with, “I figured this discussion was coming. After all, your hair has been the same color for almost three months.”
Decisions. Decisions. I’m thinking this is NOT one where I’ll be praying to know God’s will. That’s a blog post for another day.
Definitely dark @ Logan’s junior prom. Does it make me look younger? Oh wait. I WAS YOUNGER!
Definitely blonde. Oh my! This picture is one of my happiest memories, and my hair had nothing to do with it. These are the women I love most in my life – my sisters and my precious Granny.
Ok. I couldn’t resist this one. It has nothing to do with my hair, and EVERYTHING to do with Logan’s hair. Lordy, lordy!