One of the things I love about my husband is his unabashed involvement in whatever is going on. And I do mean "whatever." If the gang is playing Just Dance 3 on the Wii, he's out in front channeling Katy Perry. If it's facial time, he asks for a little oatmeal on his t-zone. If I start wearing red lipstick, he'll coin a nickname for it: "redstick."
Remember when I mentioned my hair feather awesomeness? That didn't even make my parents blink? Yes? When Adam heard that his sister was giving me hair feathers a la Steven Tyler, he wanted one, too. And of course anything Steven Tyler does is pure gold, dripping with sexy, and smothered with genius.
Here's a peek into the feather salon over the holidays.
The final product was hilarious. And hot. But mostly hilarious. Much like the child who begs for nail polish and then immediately wants it off, Adam's feather didn't last long. Probably smart: feathers and the the legal world might not mix well.