I Love Being Married to a Gay Man

Well I'm glad to see that no one thinks my blog is as boring as I do!

We came into a few extra half-gallons of 2% milk this week. We don't really drink 2%, and its expiration date was yesterday and we already had two and a half gallons of whole milk when we got the extra stuff. So it was clearly going to go to waste. Yesterday Martin suggested that instead of just waiting for it to spoil and then throwing it out, I should have a milk bath. I told him I'd never had a milk bath (or shower) and I wouldn't know what to do. Then he gave me instructions and told me how amazing it feels and how awesome it makes your hair.

Kind of weird that my husband is giving me tips that I could find in a health/beauty section of a women's magazine, but hey! Who's complaining?! I used half the milk this morning and saved the rest for tomorrow, and HE WAS RIGHT. It felt AWESOME. And my hair is more amazing today than it's ever been!!! (Well, really, I have pretty bad hair in general... but today is looks pretty good, and it feels so thick and luscious!)

So, ladies, here's your dating tip of the day: When in doubt, choose the homosexual. That way, even if the romance dies, you'll still have a supply of natural beauty tips and a well-dressed hubby. (That's not to say that the romance is dead in our marriage! Why, just last night we gorged ourselves on apple dumplings and watched The Unit until 12:30! Talk about romantic!!)