We'd have left an hour ago if we weren't waiting for the perfect tresses...
"I had some dreams they were
Clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee..."
We'd have left an hour ago if we weren't waiting for the perfect tresses...
"I had some dreams they were
Clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee..."
Well, we all had some pretty bad Big Hair back in the 80s, but no "do" any of us ever dared to wear could come close the the look James was putting on a decade earlier (circa 1970). I mean, the afro of this turtlenecked, mustachioed, side-burn-sporting Jim simply defies gravity. Who knew that within my husband's mild-mannered exterior burns the soul of a flute-playing rocker? Jethro Tull, move over...
"Every mother is a working mother."