I was putting my hair back up last night - I wear my hair pulled back with an alligator clip 90% of the time... it's easy to get it up, it's quick to take down, and I'm severely lazy about my hair - when I noticed something.
I walked out into the living room, clip in one hand, fondling the back of my head with the other.
"Interesting," I said.
We're in the middle of taking a break during our SSC run (our tanks are all mind controlled, and we're waiting the 10 minutes for it to wear off) and Thomas isn't really paying much attention to me, since he's talking with our Guild Leader about the guild funding his recent respec...
"What's that, spouse?" (Thomas always calls me "spouse". We picked that up from a friend of ours' parents, who called each other that, and as they were the most IN LOVE couple I've ever seen, and decidedly good marriage and whatnot, we adopted it, since we'd just love to "grow up" to be Richard and Margaret. Yes, this totally freaked out our friend - who was also Thomas's best man - when he heard us doing it... )
"You know that fat-roll I have on the back of my head," I said.
"It's not there any more." I run my fingers through my hair again to confirm this. It's really not there... it used to run all the way across the back of my head, pretty much from the top of one ear to the top of the other.
"I noticed it last week," he said. "When we were, you know, on the sofa and..."
"You DON'T need to talk about that with your MIC OPEN!"
"Aw, Balth, were you proc'ing Kyth again?" Drei says over Vent.
I snatch my mic up. "Better than all your premature misdirection! How's Thea dealing with that, anyway?"
There are assorted wolf-whistles over Vent... and then Sassie pops up "Ooooooh, you are so totally REPORTED!"