Arrr! Matey!

This morning I was running late. Instead of blow-drying my hair like I normally do, I just put half of it up and ran out the door. With each of my kids, my hair has gotten a little bit curlier so while not drying my hair as a teen meant lovely straight hair, as an adult I can no longer count on that.
I went to the bathroom a minute or so ago and realized my hair looked like Orlando Bloom's at the end of Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, pulled straight back on top and very curly on the parts that weren't up. I was hoping, at best, for a Pam on The Office look.
Women shouldn't look like pirates, at least not like male pirates.
Avast! Whar's me hook n peg leg? I'm bound to make me hair walk the plank!

Filling the world with silly love songs, one post at a time.

Despite my sister's views to the contrary, I do believe in soul mates. I may not think there is only one, but it does happen. I think I was lucky enough to have it happen to me. Is there another guy out there that likes monkeys and pirates as much as I do? Maybe, but will he also belt out the Banana Boat song in front of a roomful of strangers (to him, but my relatives) at my request? Doubtful especially if he sings as poorly as Mr. Hobbitfeet does.
Is there another guy out there who would fall in love with a TV show that I watch (that he previously ridiculed) simply because of one line, and then proceed to learn everything about it and talk about it with me at length? I'm not sure about that one.
Is there another guy out there who would take the bus crosstown on a cold February day to buy a didgeridoo because he thought it was the world's best gift, and then never get hurt when I constantly talk about it as the worst gift ever?

I am sure I'd never find those qualities in anyone else, but I seem to need them in my man. Along with his ability to recognize my semi-critical, semi-sarcastic sense of humor as humor and not an attempt to undercut his self-image, and to laugh off my bossiness and not take it too personally. So kisses to my soulmate, now that I've written out my faults, I know no one else would have me.
Now make me a turkey pot pie bitch!