Dead Head

If I was able to glimpse into my husband's life 15 years ago, I probably would have considered him a "Dead Head." Someone who listened to the Grateful Dead on repeat, wore the overpowering fragrance petula (also in my opinion one of the worse smells), used a tapestry as curtains, wore dirty clothes, said 'dude' a lot, slept all day, and wore a hemp necklace. Present day, my husband wears madras shorts, pink polos, would never say the word 'dude', and uses fancy, schmancy shaving cream.

True to his old ways, Pearson is seeing Widespread Panic tonight (a jam band similar in nature to the Grateful Dead). Of course, I am happy that he is doing something he loves to do and is getting the opportunity to see his favorite band. But it brings up the question, will Mae be a Dead Head?!? And what would I do if she wants to be a hippie? I have joked with Pearson time and time again that Mae can be ANYTHING she wants to be, except a dirty hippie. Not that I am totally opposed to the principals that hippies (in the traditional sense) espouse. I think it is the whole dirty thing.

Thanks to Aunt Julie for the Grateful Dead Dancing Bears shirt. She bought it because of Pearson's love of the band. I put Mae in it, sang Sugar Magnolia to her, and told her about her dad's love of the band. I called Pearson to tell him about the t-shirt and sent him photos. His response via email, "take it off." Although, he doesn't want to say it out loud, I think Pearson also wants Mae to be anything but a dirty hippie.