Your Cheatin' Heart...

Tonight when I got home from work and showered and put my jammies on (this is my ritual - walk in the door, strip, shower, and get socks-y), I stood in my kitchen, watching Erik cook. I noticed a dark curly hair stuck in between cabinet doors, toward the floor.

I thought it was mine, until I picked it up and it's nearly two feet long. I'm a more obsessive cleaner than that, to leave old long hair stuck to walls or cabinets or floors.

I just donated ten inches of my hair to the Locks of Love program. Had my husband really been working all day? Or did this hair belong to one of the Russian foreign exchange students in his dreams?

Upon closer scrutiny, I deduced that it is Mike's hair. And I'm so glad. The Russian exchange students that moved in upstairs are all blonde.