I woke up this morning, grabbed a coffee, did the usual routine. As I passed the one mirror downstairs, I realized I looked like a Fraggle. My hair was everywhere. (WB called and want's to go for coffee at 9, ugggh, need to do damage control with my doo). It's funny, because you get to a point in a marriage, and everything is accepted. Using a mud mask (spot specific), and bedhead, is a common thing now. When did this change? When did that comfort level kick in? Addled is really funny in the morning (when I see him). He gets puffed, squinty eyes, pillow wrinkles on the cheeks, and his fingers swell up like sausages. He also has this habit of tucking his shirt into his pyjama pants. When he had hair, it would stick up all over the place. Those were cute times.