Here’s another example of how well FirstHusband “gets” me. He truly is my density.
So, today was Homecoming for our church and I was asked to sing “I’m Building this House On the Rock.”
Now, I can get my twang on, but this wasn’t just a little bit southern gospel, it was a LOT southern gospel. I rehearsed all week and I tried to get into it, to make it my own, but . . . it just wasn’t happening. Last night, as I was rehearsing again, I stopped, turned to FirstHusband and asked,
“Do you know what I need to really make this song work?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he nailed it.
“Big hair?”
“EXACTLY!”
And that’s what I went for this morning, although I toned it down a little. I didn’t want to scare small children. Reba McIntire would have been proud.
No picture?!
Sometimes you just gotta have the right hair! Love it.
Nothing says southern like big hair. I, too, want a picture.
Do we get a picture with that? I know, I know, I’m one to talk. But I couldn’t resist.
Where is the picture? You can’t leave us hanging like that!
The least you could have done was call me so I could peek down the street for a look!
Ditto! Inquiring minds (eyes?) want to know (see?) all that is the Big Hair Glory! 🙂