Lee

Last week, Lee and I met some friends for dinner at a Thai restaurant. The menu was huge. In the end, Lee decided on one of the specials. The special said, "tell us what you don't want and how hot you want your dish to be, and we will do the rest." The spiciness factor was measured using a star system ranging from one star=flavorful to 6 stars=burn your face off.

When the lady (picture a 65 year old Thai grandmother with broken English) came to take our order, Lee asked for the special with three stars. The lady said, "Ohhhhhh...you will cry." We all started laughing because Lee didn't know what to say. She then said, "okay...I give you two stars, but no more."

Nothing like dinner with a trash-talking waitress.

I hope in the previous picture you noticed my sweet husband's facial hair. Look closely, it is there. Lee is not a hairy person, so this beard is the result of 5 weeks so growth. He likes to grow the facial hair from Thanksgiving until January. He even talked another guy at work into having an "Ugliest Beard Contest" with him. (FYI the other contestant is so blonde that his beard looks transluscent)

So...We had to go to a wedding last Friday and Lee agreed to shave, but on Thursday, he went X-Men-style. He turned into my very own Wolverine. He even wore the new look to work. He was called many names, but enjoyed his "chops and porn 'stache." I had to take a picture to document this look (in hopes that it will never return).

I am a lucky lady...