My Funny Man

Last night, I checked my email before I went to bed. I had an email from my husband - who sits downstairs on his computer some evenings and emails me stuff.



It was this picture:




It was accompanied by this note: Honey, Just in case any of your blog regulars want to know what I looked like when I had hair, here is a portrait that you can show them. I don't mind.

This is, of course, not my husband. Even when he HAD hair (which he did when I met him).

Humor can go a long way to making a relationship work.

His sense of humor was the second thing I found most attractive about him - aside from his general good looks. So: face, sense of humor, hands.

I like a man with nice hands. Clean fingernails and nails of a normal length (trimmed and in shape). A long time ago, there was a guy who pursued me in an almost stalker like manner. He was a nail biter. That right there sealed his fate to never get a date with me.

He had unacceptable hands.

I guess we all have our deal breakers. I'd be interested to hear yours, if you want to share them in the comments....