A Typical Morning

This morning I was going through my usual routine trying to get ready for work as fast as possible.

It seems that lately I have been waking up later and later.

Which usually causes me to frantically run through the APT trying to get ready for work in record time.

Luke usually wakes up an hour before me so in the time that I run around like a crazy woman he usually: prepares and eats his breakfast, does a little reading, sips his coffee and enjoys Mike and Mike In The Morning on ESPN.

This all sounds nice, but after waking up late my entire life, I am afraid I will never enjoy the beauty of being an 'early bird'

So, this morning I was in the bathroom getting ready when Luke walked in looking very serious.

A little background info: He usually stops by the bathroom to say hello to me, while I am getting ready, but then he knows to quickly exit because 1. I don't have time to talk and 2. I am not, I repeat NOT a morning person.

It didn't take long for Luke to learn morning etiquette after we got married. He quickly learned when and when-not to talk to me. Plus he has learned that if I am doing my hair curly, the 10 minutes after I put the gel in my hair is considered 'critical hair time' and he is not allowed to come near my hair or attempt to touch it, and if he is hugging me goodbye, please do not touch the hair.

Anyways, this morning he came into the bathroom looking very serious so I immediately turned off the blow dryer and asked him what was wrong.

He then told me that he had to show me something but he didn't want me to not freak out, our scream out loud.

I then had visions of a giant snake in our closet, or a washing machine overflowing getting water everywhere, or worse yet a TV that had quit working.

But no, it was none of the above.

Very seriously my husband bent down his head to where the top of his hair was right in my eyes and pointed to his hair and said "LOOK, I have started going BALD".

I was staring at mounds and mounds of black hair. I saw absolutely no bald spots.

I didn't know whether to be angry because he was taking away precious hair drying minutes, or laugh because of his absurdity.

I chose to laugh, because I thought for sure he would laugh with me.

He didn't, he was completely serious.

People, have you seen my husbands hair? I think he can rest assured that he isn't going bald. In fact in my opinion he could afford to lose a bit of that wild hair.

Best picture of the top of his head I could find: Lots of hair (and this was right after a hair cut!):

However,this picture was taken almost a year ago and it was before we were married. Perhaps the stress of being married to me has taken its toll and caused him to start pre-mature balding?

Nah.