Husband has been calling me Kriss Kross since.
ME to Husband: I miss you. I don’t feel like I’ve seen you all day.
HUSBAND: Did you get excited when you saw me?
HUSBAND (as he raises his hands up, up to the ceiling): Did it make you want to “Jump! Jump!?”
Or he'll catch my eye when we're walking through a store and raise his hands up up while mouthing, "Jump! Jump!"
Or he'll pull me into a sweet hug, hold me tight for a moment and ask -
HUSBAND: How you doing, Kriss Kross?
Saturday, I went out with a new very young friend and her very young guy friend. I told them the story. She laughed. He said he would have called me Chris Kirkpatrick.
Then, last night, Husband showed me a picture on his iPad - of a Kenyan woman from the Samburu tribe with a baby on her back, holding a goat, her the sides of her head shaved as short as mine with braids forming the mop on top. And he snickered as he compared her haircut to mine.
To sum up - with my current haircut, I have been compared to Will Smith, Kris Kross, Chris Kirkpatrick and some poor tribe woman holding goats...
I’d like to go back to being mistaken for Robin Roberts. Please?