May I just say "I knew her when,"? Because I did. In person even. Not just the Internets.

Kim Wilson of Wilson World won Joshilyn’s Blogging for Books contest. Way to go, Kim! You rock!! I am very excited for you! Sara said such nice things. I hear from Josh (really hear, not just read — gloating again, yes) that it is perfectly OK to steal a sock puppet from a child, place it on your hand and spend the day quoting Sara talking about your entry. Really, try it.

OH, and it’s not too late to enter another contest. Check out Shelley’s Blog for more information about how to enter and win  the "She’s Funny That Way," contest. And I thought for sure all of the entries would point to Joshilyn, but I was wrong. So far, I don’t think any of them have. Surely that’s a mistake, right?

Did I mention hubby is 35 and I’m younger than that?

Should I mention that I saw something I never thought I’d see yesterday? I’m still amazed that I witnessed it. I would describe it here, but then I’d have to do some major make-up with hubby for mentioning it. Although, that’s not a bad thing. And he didn’t tell me I couldn’t blog it. Hmmm….

OK, knowing full well I will have to earn extra brownie points for sharing this, I will do so anyway.

Hubby has this thing about his hair (or perceived lack of). For years I was not allowed to touch his hair, as in I couldn’t run my fingers through it. Totally unfair, by the way.

Yesterday, he plucked a gray hair from a head that lives in this household and it wasn’t my gray hair and it wasn’t my head. That limits the choices of heads to five, and only one of the five is over the age off 11. So.

I hate, by the way, when he plucks my gray hair. I have tried to convince him this is a bad thing. Not because three more will grow to replace it. But because when it grows back there will be a period of time when it is too short to behave and it will stick out even more. And they DO grow back. However, because I object SO much, he seems to be delighted in plucking them. That’s right I said PLUCK, emphasis on the pl-uh sound.

I was astounded that he plucked a gray hair from a head, and for once I didn’t object. He even used the same excuse he normally gives me — it was standing straight up. The joys of aging.

I doubt I will see this phenomena again. Not because it won’t happen. I just think he will be sure to do this when I’m not around to laugh.