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In my mind, James and I are this cool.

In reality, well, let’s just say that we had a lengthy debate last night that went as follows:

Me: You didn’t even notice that I styled my hair differently today.

Him: I did! And I liked it. But I didn’t want to say anything.

Me: Why not?

Him: Because, I thought it looked that way because you didn’t have time to brush it after swimming at the pool.

Me: Wait? So you’re saying that I looked a hot mess? Like a tangled, disheveled, comb-less Cousin It? And you didn’t think it important to point this out before I went back to the office where I am supposed to present a professional front?

Him: See? This is why I didn’t say anything. Because I liked it. But it was just like, “WHOA! The chlorine really does some crazy ass shit to Ashley’s hair.”

Me: Well, I was going for the whole care-free, wavy, beach hair look.

Him: But we live no where near the beach.

Me: Ugh. NEVERMIND.

Alas, our life and our biographies may never be as cool as Rodney Smith.

Photo: Courtesy of Rodney Smith