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Back in Long beach. It's been a busy week for me, and today I'm just going to relax. Maybe drive up to Santa Monica and go to a comic book signing.
I had forgotten to mention that Dave has been in Vegas for Manny's bachelor party. So when I got home, he wasn't home yet. But as I walked in, I looked on our coffee table and saw a copy of Maxim. That in itself isn't surprising, since Dave likes to read the articles in the magazine (yeah, that's it) and buys one every once in a while. But when I looked at the cover, I was shocked and a bit disturbed to see who was on the cover. It really makes me wonder about the man I married. Who was on the cover?
Marge Simpson.
The headline? "Marge Simpson: The Hair Comes Down!"
If it was Carmen Elektra, I wouldn't mind. Britney Spears, Denise Richards, Cameron Diaz, some Victoria's Secret model, it wouldn't have seemed as bizarre to me.
But Marge Simpson? That's a little weird! My husband is buying a magazine to check out a scantily clad cartoon character!
I breathed a sigh of relief to find out it was his brother's mag, who subscribes. His brother came to town before they flew out to Vegas and left it on the coffee table.
*sigh of relief*
I mean, I don't mind competing with the likes of Paris Hilton, Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, Halle Berry. But Marge Simpson? It's no contest! I would lose my hubby to the blue-haired babe!
