I miss keeping up on everyone, too, Broos. I'm not sure if Melissa is on vacation or not either...which I used to be able to determine by looking into her journal updates. If you're out there, Melissa m'dear, your inbox fills with emails from me :> ((which of course, now that I've said that, I'll go check my email and she'll have already written back to me; it's the power of suggestion))

Suz had given me the link to Mooville when she first started doing her journal but I couldn't bring myself to read it. And I know it's stupid but it just seemed so personal. In a way, I was worried because this is someone I know and like. I don't think I'd have had any qualms about it if I didn't know her. Reading someone's relatively anonymous thoughts, like a newspaper editorial, didn't seem as invasive as reading the publicly private thoughts of someone I admire so wholeheartedly. When I finally got over my imaginary concerns/qualms about it, I found even more to admire and to enjoy because it is the public/private thoughts of someone I know personally.

Then when I got married and Rob wasn't able to move out here right away, he and I finally took the plunge that Suz had been gently suggesting and we both did up our own journals. For me, it's fun and I like retelling stuff (like the oddball story I'll get to later ) and it also enabled us to share things with our friends. Now Rob's an old married sheep and his computer is dedicated to EQ and Ebay and other things starting with the letter E.

I miss reading up on everyone's adventures, too.

And now, the other story.

Last night I brought Rob a sticky gooey caramel chocolate cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory for his dessert. The nights I work in the little game, Rob cooks dinner so I wanted to give him a little treat. I walk in, and there's no dinner. He's playing golf. I hand him the cheesecake. We discuss what we can scrape together for dinner as I'm turning on my computer and getting my notes for the class I'm teaching. Rob stands up and we snuggle a bit. He's laughing at me. I look at him. "What's so funny?" He looks different. "Did you get your hair cut again?" He collapses, roaring with laughter. I pout. He looks at me and gestures toward his chin.

"Oh. You shaved your beard."

"'Did you cut your hair?'" he mimics, still roaring until I start laughing too. I felt pretty bad, not even noticing exactly what was different. After all, I'm the wife! I'm supposed to notice these things! ((Although like a typical wife, I did notice all the hairs in the bathroom sink, which is now clogged, and grumbled about it but didn't put two and two together till that moment))

We had a good, long laugh about it though. He said I shouldn't feel too bad as he'd shaved it before he went to sleep the previous night and he was already asleep and buried in pillows before I got to bed anyway and of course in the morning, I don't wake up when he does. Only one guy he worked with noticed, which of course had everyone else looking at him, but it took that guy a couple hours to catch on. Still. "Did you cut your hair?" is going to be one of those triggers for the giggles with us, much like "Dry up."