Feeling the angst of an anticipated bad hair day, I complained, "I've got Betty Rubble hair again."
Kevin whipped out his laptop and proceeded to google Wilma Flintstone, running across some pictures of her and Betty.
"See," he said, "Wilma was the matronly one. Betty was the young, sexy one."
I just stared at him.
"Wasn't she?" he asked.
I don't know, but STELLAR answer, babe!