While my parents were in town for Babboo’s birthday, my mom was able to meet my older brother and his boyfriend for lunch. My mom said she was really impressed with his boyfriend. She said he was just a really nice guy with a “firm handshake”. (I’m not really sure what that means in this day and age. Do people even still shake hands?)

My mom also mentioned that my brother’s boyfriend looks a lot like my brother does.

Hum. I hadn’t thought that in same-gender-attraction you might come upon someone that looks a lot like you and that you might actually be attracted to them!

And really, how does that work?

Did my brother look at himself in the mirror one morning and say, “dude, I am one handsome son of a bitch. I really need to find a man as attractive as I am. And then date him.”

Isn’t that really the most vain thing a person can do? And also, the most awesome?! It’s like you’re announcing to the world that you know you’re hott.

Unfortunately, if I were a lesbian and ended up dating someone that looked like me, I’d be dating Winnie Cooper.

Or maybe Brenda Walsh (shown here with the boyfriend she met on her trip to Paris, The King).

But I’d really much rather date Angelina. Or Natalie. Or Kristen.

So tell me, who would your same-gender-attraction dopplegänger be? And better yet, who would you want it to be?

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Don’t forget to watch the “Tonight Show” tonight!!  The Old 97’s are going to be performing and I can’t wait to watch it.  (Of course I’m old and can’t stay up that late. But be assured I’ll be watching it, thanks to my DVR, the second I wake up tomorrow.)

Phone call with The King last night, on my walk home from work:

“I think the Dalai Lama must have arrived in Seattle today.”

“What makes you think he’s here already?”

“Well there’s a bunch of cops outside the hotel I just walked past. And I saw a bunch of dudes dressed up as monks.”

(insert pause for me to think about what I just said.) 

“Never mind, they aren’t ‘dressed up as monks’, they are actual monks! My bad.”

You know how girls always grow their hair out before they get married? And then the second they get home from their honeymoon they cut it all off? And you know how when you’re pregnant your hair is thick and shiny and just so luxurious? But then a few months after you’ve given birth it starts to fall out at an alarming rate?

And then you know how girls are never happy with their hair? If they have curly hair, they want straight hair. If their hair is straight, they want curls. If they have brown hair, they want blonde hair. If they have gray hair, they want anything besides gray hair.

Yeah, I’m revisiting the whole “holy hell I have the hugest forehead (proof!) in the history of the world, and I simply must cover it with bangs, even though when I’ve had bangs in the past they drove me batty” phase. (The King hates when I mention bangs. HATES. He knows the stress they cause me and wants no part of it.)

I decided I needed to ask the interweb for advice on the whole “bangs issue”. The interweb always has the right answers.

First, I will need a BEFORE picture.

This morning, before I headed out the door for work, I asked The King to take a picture of my “top half”.

“Yeah, not that ‘top half’, you goof.” (To which he replied, “well that’s the top half I look at!”)

Okay, so this is how I look in the morning. See that forehead? What am I saying, of course you see that forehead. You can’t miss it. You may or may not be able to tell that I do have some longish type bangs. They go to about my chin. They do not aid in covering the forehead.

Should I cut bangs that go all the way across my forehead?

(I totally cut and pasted pieces of my actual hair in that picture. Dude, I’m talented.)

Or do I get some short side-swept-type bangs? (It must be noted that I had these before and I failed miserably at making them actually sweep. This is where the frustration arose.)

Or do I go balls to the wall and get bangs and some awesome highlights?

I know it’s hard to see what the AFTER would be by just looking at these picture. So um, I dug this picture out from the back of my hard drive. You know it’s an old picture because I’m have my braces. (and my eyes closed.  Whatever.)

So tell me, what do you think?  Should I suck it up and cut bangs so that I look and feel better about myself?  Or do I remember how much I hate having to deal with bangs and how they never sweep just right and how you have to get them trimmed all the time?

Because really, I feel like I need to cut me some bangs.

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Today is Wednesday.  Which means I posted over at SeattleMomBlogs. Today we discuss how bad insurance sucks and why sometimes we get screwed.

And don’t forget to check out my latest New Thing.  We’re trying flushable diapers at our house.  And guess what?  They are pretty awesome.  We’re saving the planet, one diaper at a time.

There are a few things that I know how to do well. Very few. As in the list pretty much goes like this:

• make toast
• make babies
• make pizza
• crochet baby hats

After this last foray into this whole let’s crochet a baby hat for Mrs. Squirrel’s new baby, I may have to cross the last one of the list.

Yep, pretty sure that one has to be taken off the list.

It’s been a week since I got temporary crowns on two of my teeth. And yet, my teeth are still throbbing. Tylenol no longer seems to be working.

This morning I walked into my cubicle, took off my coat, started my laptop up and head my coworker exclaim, “do you know that half of your face is covered in red hives?!”

Yeah, I didn’t know.

The hives weren’t there when I was putting on my make-up before work. They weren’t there when I sneaked a look at my face in the mirror in the elevator.

Unfortunately the hives are on the side of my face where my crowns are. And since the crowns are causing me so many problems and are still throbbing my dentist thought the pain, the hives, and the temporary crows might be related. I’m not sure how or why.

But I’m off to see the dentist.

So tell me, what are you allergic to? (I’m allergic to red food dye, but be assured, I did not rub red dye on my face before work.)

In honor of FluentBrittish, I present you with

Things That Are Ruining My Life Right Now

• The King and I made a commitment to the environment years ago when we began construction on our new house. In keeping with this commitment The King recently decided to try out some new awesome flushable diapers for our Sweet Babboo. I flushed the first diaper down the toilet last night, just like the directions directed me to do. And somehow, the thing that shouldn’t happen happened and I ended up in about 2″ of standing toilet water with a flushable diaper wedged so far up the pipe that The King had to race home from working over at the new house to dislodge said flushable diaper (and to talk me down from the balcony).
• I missed “Lost” last night in all the madness from the flushable diaper debacle. I won’t be home tonight to watch “Lost”. Which means I won’t see it until Saturday during Babboo’s nap. (That is, if I’m not too busy washing all the wet towels from the flushable diaper disaster.)
• The fact that I only want to eat foods that have the following ingredients: flour, sugar, and eggs.
• There is not enough time in the day to finish my first ever vampire themed novel.
• The Rain. Really, is there anything else I can say about this? I live in Seattle where we don’t see The Sun for the better part of the winter. I am desperate for The Sun. Desperate.
• I haven’t done my “Secret Sister” assignment for this week yet. I need to work on that tomorrow. You know, if I’m not too busy catching up on “Lost” and doing laundry.

And last, but not least in the list of Things That Are Ruining My Life Right now

• Clicking over from my blog reader to see more pictures of Mrs. Squirrel’s brand new baby and seeing this (see below) instead of her usual beautiful blog. Mrs. Squirrel, where are you? And are you okay?!

So tell me, what is ruining your life right now? (At least it’s Friday, right?)