Reminds me past year, when we had a friend's weeding on Saturday. Friday night, my wife told me she wanted to go to the hairdresser to get pretty for the wedding that was on Saturday afternoon.
Saturday morning I went out to the gym and after that to do some shopping. When i came back home, i saw her in the kitchen cooking, we talked some stuff and then i asked, btw, when are you going to the hairdresser? the wedding is this afternoon... and she answered... i went already...darling...
Luckily she knows i'm not the guy who pays the most attention to aesthetic
