TRESemme, TRESemme, ooh la la!
We were getting ready to go out the other night and I wanted Big D's opinion on the shirt I was wearing. He told me he could not see since obviously he was in the shower...so I whipped open the curtain, with no warning, to show him.
There he stood, my big manly man...the one who would never think of wearing a moisturizer, or shopping for fun, or plucking his brows (I tried to get him to pluck a few stray eyebrow hairs one day...he looked at me like I was utterly insane)...the most macho man I know who's idea of dressing up is squirting on some cologne...if we go out, the only way I can get him to throw on a polo shrit is by begging and cajoling and finally whining...
...anyway there he stood with shampoo foam dripping into his eyes, his lips forming a small guilty "o", and holding my bottle of TRESemme shampoo for Brunettes in his beefy, calloused hand. Caught like a child with his hand in the cookie jar.
"What the hell are you doing using my shampoo???" I gasped out, and snorted back the laughter, as I eyed his mostly (salt and) pepper-y colored hair.
"Uh--I just decided to use your Brilliantly Brunette Shampoo today." He stammared a.nd quickly shoved the bottle back onto the shower shelf and continued to lather up his big, round head.
"Just today, huh?" I asked slyly. He smiled wide, sensing an easy out.
"Yup, just today!"
"You're not using Brilliantly Brunette, dumbass!" I cried, pointing a finger accusinglly. "That's TRESemme! I bought it about a week and a half ago cuz it was on sale! We haven't had Brilliantly Brunette in this bathroom for at least two weeks!"
"Aw, crap. I guess I gave myself away by knowing the 'Brilliantly Brunette' name." He snickered and washed the rest of the giveaway out of his guilty brown eyes.
NEVER try to pull a fast one on a woman who knows her shampoo. I hope this doesn't mean he is going to start waxing or tanning now....heh heh...