Here is a fun-fact about my husband: he has hair like an animal pelt. Thick and lush and
ridiculous. It's
so thick that it is in the habit of performing gravity-defying feats on a regular basis, to the point where I affectionately call him "my little cockatiel".
Somehow or another this came up in conversation with my mother today, and she was so amused by the mental image that she demanded an illustration. So here you go, Mom- your son in law the cockatiel:
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Long-suffering cockatiel, that is. |
I'm the Mom, and I approve this portrait. :-D
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