Guess Who's Back?

Me again. I'm too sick to work. HA! Roy and I have to be at the hospital tomorrow morning at 6:30am. And then they're probably going to put my baby to SLEEP! Not my Peepers baby, my Baby also known as Roy. And then they're going to cut his beautiful skin and when he wakes up he will be all groggy and wounded. I AM BEING SO DRAMATIC. And I probably won't be able to molest him during the week that he is recuperating and something about not being able to molest him JUST MAKES ME WANT TO MOLEST HIM ALL THE MORE. And anyway, how can I molest anyone with this runny nose? LIFE IS CRUEL. Back to Roy. When he stopped by here a little while ago, I forgot to mention that I plucked one of his mustache hairs. This darn hair had been niggling at me since last night when I turned to admire him during Cristian's Cub Scout meeting and his perfectly groomed 'stache was askew. This one rebel hair was curling up towards his cheek like some madcap Italian Chef cartoon. One of my eyebrows involuntarily raised and Roy was quick to pick up on it. He carefully smoothed down the offending hair. Apparently he could see the Hair himself. Out of the corner of his eye. Well I forgot about the Hair until today and there it was. In all its Glory. The Hair. Curling upwards with devilish glee. Like a beacon for the other hairs. Crying out..."BE FREE MY BRETHREN!" Leading a little mustache hair revolt. But the other hairs weren't digging it. They like Roy's lip just fine. Who wouldn't? If I WERE A MUSTACHE HAIR I WOULD LOVE TO LAY AROUND ON ROY'S LIPS ALL DAY LONG. Stoopid hair. He didn't know he had it so good. So what did I do? I grabbed it and yanked it out of Roy's very shocked face.
NO ONE MESSES WITH MY HUSBAND AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.